Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 85: Lu... Little Rabbit?

Sarah Sutton took a few steps and found she couldn’t move. Seeing that Summer Ainsworth was about to shamelessly get in the car, she quickly changed direction and said to the approaching Julian Fairchild, "Julian! Our Maeve wants to ride with you to discuss the script. Can you give her some pointers!"

Maeve Lane was stunned, her pupils slightly widened, and she pointed at herself, "I..."

"Julian, our Maeve is a bit shy, so let’s not have any outsiders get in the car. I’m afraid she won’t feel comfortable!" Sarah didn’t realize how bold her words were, "Miss Ainsworth, could you get out? Otherwise, it would be inconvenient."

What does ’a bit shy’, ’won’t feel comfortable’, ’inconvenient’ mean...

Maeve’s eye twitched slightly, someone who didn’t know better might think she was going to do something to Julian Fairchild.

Summer bit her lip. She initially thought that by directly sitting in the car, even if Julian Fairchild was unwilling, he couldn’t be ungentlemanly enough to kick her out, right?

But here came troublemaker Sarah Sutton!

Julian Fairchild saw Maeve Lane’s rare awkward expression and a faint smile flashed briefly in his eyes. He looked down at her, "Want to learn from me?"

Maeve opened her mouth, but Sarah quickly spoke before she could, "Yes, our Maeve has been mentioning it for a long time. She’s even your fan, Julian, always praising you in front of me!"

Maeve: "..."

When did she become Julian Fairchild’s fan? Clearly, they had been in a cold war recently.

These words were too... awkward.

Out of nowhere, Julian Fairchild leaned closer, his lips near Maeve’s ear, his voice low and rich, making one’s heart tingle——

"Do you like me that much?"

Maeve’s scalp tingled, and even her usually calm expression couldn’t hold.

Julian Fairchild’s outrageously handsome face, paired with this deliberately teasing expression, was simply... devilish.

When did he become so... so seductive, usually, if someone joked like this, Julian Fairchild wouldn’t even give a glance.

It was getting stranger and stranger.

Sarah Sutton hadn’t noticed the ambiguity between the two. Seeing Julian Fairchild didn’t refuse, she turned and smugly said to Summer, "Come on down, don’t interrupt our leading man and lady discussing the script."

Finishing, she muttered to the air, "Some people, right, don’t want to do anything all day, just want to ride on others’ coattails for fame. Better to be like our Maeve, humble and eager to learn, that’s what a good actor should do."

Summer’s face turned green. She glared at the surrounding onlookers, forcing herself to save face, "What are you looking at? Just got in the wrong car, don’t know what nonsense some people are spouting?"

Sarah snorted.

Looking at Maeve standing aside, she smiled, "Let’s go, Maeve, let’s ride with Julian Fairchild!"

Maeve pressed her lips together, a trace of struggle in her eyes.

Julian Fairchild was already seated in the back, the seat next to him was empty, and the car door was wide open, seemingly waiting for her to get in.

The man’s expression was relaxed and calm, exuding a deadly masculine charm.

And Sarah continued to add fuel to the fire, "Hurry up, Maeve. We might as well keep it in the family instead of letting others ride Julian Fairchild’s fame!"

Maeve’s mouth twitched as she caught Julian Fairchild looking at her, feeling like a little rabbit about to fall into a trap.

She closed her eyes, shook her head lightly, and dismissed the strange thought from her mind.