Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 372 - 333: Sovereignty-Proclaiming Kiss (Part 3)
Mila was so angry she wanted to throw the milk in her hand at Maeve Lane!
Maeve seemed to sense her gaze, suddenly pulling Julian Fairchild’s head down and kissing him on the lips!
The handsome man’s gaze lowered slightly, with a faint indulgence in his eyes.
He silently deepened the kiss.
"Hands, hold me."
The woman placed the man’s hands on her waist, and those distinctly jointed hands took hold with irresistible force.
Maeve’s kiss this time was more audacious than ever, openly stealing the scene from Mila, a blatant provocation.
She deliberately engaged Julian Fairchild in a passionate kiss.
It must be said.
A woman knows best how to infuriate another woman.
Though Maeve didn’t say a word, she left Mila so enraged that she couldn’t speak, her eyes bloodshot.
She had waited since five in the morning, hoping to catch Julian Fairchild!
The servant mentioned his habit of coming downstairs for meals, yet she didn’t expect to witness this scene instead!
With a "bang," she set the milk bottle on the table and dashed out of the villa without looking back!
Maeve didn’t forget to glance at her.
"Still distracted?"
Julian’s slightly dissatisfied husky voice reached her ear, making Maeve’s ear itch, causing her to flinch, but he tightened his grip around her waist, pulling her up.
Their bodies pressed tightly together, and Maeve suddenly realized something, subtly leaning back, "Julian Fairchild, you..."
"You brought this upon yourself."
The man rasped, "Now breakfast really isn’t necessary."
Maeve belatedly realized the danger. What was she doing? Morning is already a sensitive time, and here she was, trying to provoke Mila and assert her claim!
"Well... I..."
"Since you started this, you need to take responsibility and put out the fire."
"The breakfast is cold! Can we eat first?"
"I’ll make you something later..." Julian Fairchild’s long fingers grazed Maeve’s lips, already kissed red, slightly parting under his gentle touch to reveal her pearl-white teeth.
Maeve felt he was like a hunter, scrutinizing his prey inch by inch.
"Now, you make it for me."
The woman’s earlobes flushed red, "You..."
Julian looked at her with a gaze that seemed like he wanted to consume her whole, his thin lips curving into a slight smile, "Just one kiss."
Really? She didn’t believe it!
...
The breakfast on the table had long gone cold.
Since the young master himself had prepared it, no one dared to touch it even if it was cold.
The servants stood on either side, waiting for the master’s orders.
Maeve descended first, dressed neatly, though her voice seemed slightly strained, "Make a fresh batch, please."
The servant glanced at her and noticed she seemed drained of energy, listless, only her thin red lips, as if painted with rouge, red and slightly swollen. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎
At this moment, the second young master slowly descended and hugged the woman from behind in front of the servants, with a satisfied expression on his face, in great spirits, even a faint smile on his lips.
The servants dared not linger and quickly cleared the tableware before heading into the kitchen.
From outside, the voices of the two occasionally drifted in, unclear, leaving people mystified:
"Are you mad?"
Miss Maeve said something.
Then the young master’s low laughter spread through the hall.
"Enduring for so long, just a small hope?"
"Well, I’ll try to be faster next time."
...
When the servant returned, it seemed the young master had already soothed Miss Maeve.
At this point, Miss Maeve was being fed by him again, like a child.
...
Maeve had to catch a flight in the afternoon, there was an advertisement shoot in Corvallo.
Her endorsements were few, but all carefully chosen by Sarah Sutton, as having several endorsements aside from works was a welcome advantage in showbiz.
This signified recognition of one’s standing and a strong development prospect.
After bidding Julian Fairchild goodbye at the airport, Miles Hughes sat in the car and asked, "Young Master, where to now?"
Julian Fairchild sat in the back seat, without hesitation, "To the company."
He paused for a second and added, "Go to the old residence today and move Maeve’s things to Ardoria."
Miles was taken aback, "But Mrs. Fairchild said she wanted you two to live in the old residence?"
And they had just moved in yesterday.
The man’s gaze fell on the business notebook screen, calmly said, "Can’t you tell she doesn’t like it?"
Miles let out an "ah" and nodded, "Understood, Young Master."
