Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 383 - 337: No Official Status Yet, But Sooner or Later You’ll Be Mine
Just that face alone can drive people crazy.
"Then why are you still asking me?" Maeve Lane showed no guilt.
Julian Fairchild’s voice was low as he lifted his gaze to look at her, "Nothing, so you’re hitting up your ex-boyfriends for fun?"
Maeve: "..."
So her feeling was right, Julian Fairchild was indeed acting strange.
He’s definitely jealous.
She met the man’s searching gaze helplessly, "Apart from asking them for help, I haven’t said a single unnecessary word."
Julian Fairchild responded ambiguously with a "hmm".
Not sure if he really took it in.
"Go take a shower first." He lifted Maeve and placed her in the bathroom, "I’ve got a robe ready for you."
Saying that, he somehow produced a small hair tie, turned her around by holding her shoulders, and then bent down to tie her hair up.
Maeve touched the bun at the back with her hand and laughed, "Your skills are getting better and better."
"So, you have to keep an eye on me."
Julian Fairchild glanced at her; with her long black hair pinned up, her slender nape was exposed.
It really makes one.
Want to bite it.
"Of course."
The man seemed pleased, pulling her hand to place a restrained kiss, "Shower quickly, don’t make me wait."
Maeve nodded, not overthinking it.
She was even in a good mood; she was genuinely surprised that Julian Fairchild wasn’t angry about her contacting them.
She thought, even if it was for business reasons, Julian’s temper might require her to pamper him for a couple of days.
She slipped on the slippers and went to take a shower, closing the door behind her.
After her shower, as Maeve took her hair down and walked to the living room while patting away water droplets, she noticed two plates of steaming pasta placed on the table.
She remembered Julian Fairchild didn’t have a habit of eating late-night snacks, so why had he made pasta today?
But since it was made, Maeve quickly dried her hair and then sat down to eat.
After about ten minutes, Maeve was mostly done eating when Julian Fairchild came out wearing a bathrobe.
Thick locks of hair misted with steam; the robe hung loosely, just a pull away from slipping, revealing strong, defined muscles.
Maeve, comfortably full, looked at him with a grin, "Did you make this? It’s really good."
Julian Fairchild looked at her and nodded, "I did."
"I’m gonna go brush my teeth; I’m so full." She stood up and walked towards the restroom, stretching along the way.
By the time she came out, Maeve felt quite refreshed; maybe it was because she’d just eaten something.
That’s when she noticed Julian Fairchild still sitting at the table, flipping through something, and the other plate of pasta hadn’t been touched.
"Why aren’t you eating?"
Maeve sat beside him, and with sharp eyes, saw that it was a Weibo interface, and it seemed like... a super topic?
Julian Fairchild pulled her in close, resting his chin on her slender shoulder, his voice somewhat hoarse, "It’s all for you to eat."
"Both plates for me?" Maeve leaned into his embrace, "You really overestimate my appetite."
"First, replenish your strength."
Maeve sensed the air around her heating up and spoke without thinking, "Why do I need to replenish strength?"
"Later on... I won’t stop."
Julian Fairchild almost whispered the words against her earlobe, his voice deep and raspy.
"You... didn’t you promise me to wait a year?" Maeve was stunned, yet her legs were fixed by his hands and couldn’t move an inch.
"Can’t wait anymore." Julian Fairchild counter-locked her hands, his usually cold eyes now mixed with a restrained yet terrifying longing, "Think of it as a reward for a few months of abstinence?"
The girl showed a flustered expression in his arms, her cheeks blushing, Maeve now was harder to control than before.
Whether it was her misty, amorous eyes, or her alluring looks.
He watched her transform from a girl into a woman.
Through everything, she bore no traces of touching from other men.
It was he who brought about such a change in her, and no one else could covet it.
While Maeve was hesitating, Julian Fairchild seemed unable to hold back any longer and kissed her lips.
Her face turned crimson, as if tacitly agreeing to his actions.
...
Corvallo had been raining these past days, with thunder rumbling even in the dead of night.
The rain was pouring.
Semi-conscious, Maeve was carried by the man for a wash.
Before long, a warm body pressed against her back once more.
Her hands were captured by him, her body turned to a liquid state.
...
When Maeve woke the next day, it felt as though her soul hadn’t fully returned.
"Is it three in the afternoon?"
The moment she spoke, she was pulled back into the bed by the man once more. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
...
It was unclear how long it had been, but Maeve felt like a piece of flatbread.
Flipped over and over.
