Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 286 - 205: Quite Like Damian Fairchild

Maeve Lane grabbed his hand, feeling a bit parched in her throat, like a warm flame was burning without pain or itch, "Wha... what?"

In the living room, only a nightlight was on, and the light from the TV screen cast on Julian Fairchild’s handsome face, making him look like a deity.

His fingertip flirtatiously hooked onto her strap, and with just a gentle pull, the loose robe would fall to the ground.

Maeve was unnerved by his gaze, "Julian Fairchild?"

The man casually chuckled, a hint of teasing charm on his brows, and he turned on the phone placed beside him.

As soon as he unlocked it, he saw the WeChat message Julian had just sent her.

It was a screenshot, with a noticeable red comment on it.

Maeve was momentarily dumbfounded.

What kind of suggestive words were these?

The most crucial thing was, why did she understand instantly??

Julian’s eyes darkened a bit, and he leaned closer to her ear, whispering, "What do you think?"

Maeve quickly held down his restless hand, her face slightly flushed, "Don’t move."

Julian sighed softly, reversing his grip on her hand, "Then tell me, is it true?"

Maeve covered her ears, trying to keep Julian from disturbing her thoughts, and with some guilt said, "... No."

This late at night, was he just trying to get her to compliment him?

This man.

Julian lifted her chin, Maeve’s eyelashes lowered, deliberately avoiding looking into his eyes.

He chuckled, "Are you sure it’s not?"

"It’s not like I said it. Uh, I’m feeling a bit sleepy. Julian, why don’t you carry me to bed?" Maeve yawned, acting as if she was really sleepy.

The man easily saw through her act, still sitting steadily, one hand gripping her waist, the other resting on the armrest, "I think it’s a topic worth discussing."

Discuss your sister.

Maeve couldn’t help but curse inwardly, awkwardly saying, "What’s there to discuss? We have a show to record tomorrow."

"I’ve already requested leave for you."

Maeve widened her eyes, immediately tightening her robe. Luckily, she had figured out Julian’s habit of coming over to sleep with her these past few days and was dressed properly underneath.

"What do you mean?"

"To be precise, for us." Julian’s eyes were deep like a pool, and he raised an eyebrow, "Let’s continue our earlier topic—"

"Since you think it’s wrong, should I perhaps..."

"Prove it?"

Maeve’s mind went blank, her body responding faster than her brain, and she quickly stood up from Julian’s lap when he wasn’t paying attention, planning to run back to her bedroom without even putting on slippers.

The man leisurely stood up.

Maeve "bang" shut the door, her heart pounding as if it were about to jump out.

Julian paused at the door, chuckled, "Zoe, did you forget something?"

Forget something?

Maeve leaned against the door, her gaze landing on the nightstand.

She had vaguely felt like she was forgetting something earlier, but couldn’t recall it in that moment.

Then.

"Beep—"

Maeve’s heart skipped a beat, and she saw that at some point Julian had a key card in his hand.

"You left it in the living room."

Maeve: "..."

Great, she had blocked her own way out.

Maeve squinted slightly, turning to go out the door, but Julian quickly seized her wrist, and with a gentle tug, she found herself back in his embrace.

From Maeve’s angle, there was a hint of wickedness in the smile on his lips, "Why the rush?"

"What was just said?"

Darn it.

Maeve felt like she was a sheep about to be devoured.

Julian’s eyes never left hers, like a hunter confident of his catch.

After a while.

"You’re the most..." Maeve’s eyes were tightly closed as she squeezed out a sentence from between her teeth, the last two words murmuring like a mosquito.

"Where?"

Maeve felt like Julian was teasing her, angrily said, "Julian, you know I can’t say it."

Julian lifted her horizontally, gently placing her on the soft bed, "Hmm."

"Then show me."

Maeve’s face blushed red enough to drip blood.

Show him?

Hmm??

Maeve let him hold and kiss her, feeling that she probably wouldn’t be able to escape tonight.

Yet the man only restrained himself to lightly kiss her, without doing anything more, then adjusted her position and held her in his arms.

Maeve’s chin rested on his shoulder, her fingers curling slightly, "...Julian?"

"Hmm." Julian responded deeply, teasingly, "Don’t want to sleep anymore?"

Maeve quickly caught a glimpse of mischief in his eyes, and suddenly realized, "You’re flirting with me?"