Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 86: You Fell Over By Yourself
Isn’t it just a car ride to go eat?
It’s not like she and Julian Fairchild have never been in the same car together.
Thinking so, Maeve Lane felt relieved, walking at a leisurely pace.
Seeing Maeve Lane heading towards Julian Fairchild’s car, Sarah Sutton also pulled Nina Quinn to sit in the front seats of the van, casually greeting Julian Fairchild’s driver.
She laughed heartily, "Hello, this is our Maeve Lane. I’m Sarah Sutton, and this is Nina Quinn. We all work at the same company, so we might often hitch a ride in the future. Let’s get acquainted, shall we?"
"Haha, nice to meet you all. What are you acting in here?" Having several names thrown to him at once, the driver hadn’t heard clearly, but followed Sarah Sutton’s lead.
"Our Maeve Lane is playing the lead role, acting opposite Fairchild this time," Sarah Sutton smiled.
The driver found the name familiar and turned his head for a glance.
After Maeve Lane got in the car, she lowered her cap’s brim and leaned against the seat as if dozing.
But this beautiful, fair-skinned pointed chin and that pretty face, how could she not be the lady of the house!
The driver shivered for a moment, seeing Julian Fairchild giving him a faint glance.
He paused, immediately chuckling, "Miss Maeve Lane is really beautiful, she truly complements Fairchild well."
Being a private driver in this field, most people know many secrets, especially about the Fairchild Family. He wouldn’t dare speak too boldly.
Julian Fairchild slightly curved his lips, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.
The driver scratched his head, looking quite honest and simple.
Sarah Sutton’s eyes brightened, "Right? I think they match well too! The director’s choice is indeed sharp!"
The two were chatting enthusiastically in the front row.
With her eyes closed, Maeve Lane couldn’t ignore the strong presence next to her; even without looking, she could feel the looming pressure. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
She opened her eyes with some resignation, wanting to turn her head towards the window just as the car suddenly ran over a speed bump on the downhill, making her body jerk forward.
Immediately, a warm, large hand steadily supported her waist, pressing her whole self into a firm embrace.
Startled, Maeve Lane realized that somehow Julian Fairchild was now extremely close to her; a slight movement of her fingers could touch his.
If she hadn’t reacted quickly, she’d be sitting right in his lap now!
Hearing the sound, the driver said regretfully, "Sorry, Fairchild, I wasn’t paying attention back there."
Julian Fairchild’s hand did not move away, staying loosely at Maeve Lane’s waist, with his long fingers even casually rubbing against her, his magnetic voice saying, "Drive steadily."
Maeve Lane bit her lip, feeling that her waist was going numb.
Julian Fairchild didn’t look at her, but reached around her, fastening her seatbelt.
The refreshing cold scent enveloped Maeve Lane tightly.
She steadied her emotions, moved a bit away from Julian Fairchild, her gaze complex, "What are you doing?"
Julian Fairchild understood what she was asking. He leisurely withdrew his hand, full of elegance and nobility, his tone cold yet a bit innocent—
"You fell over yourself."
Maeve Lane: "..."
Sarah Sutton also turned to glance at Maeve Lane and said, "Maeve, Fairchild good-heartedly supported you, why are you being fierce to him?"
Maeve Lane: "..."
She lightly frowned, feeling the places Julian Fairchild touched as if they were on fire, the warmth lingering.
Could she have felt it wrong earlier?
Why did she feel like Julian Fairchild... did it deliberately.
Initially, there was at least space for another person between her position and Julian Fairchild’s.
Now she tried to shrink her sitting space but could only put a fist’s distance between them.
And every time the car shook slightly, her arm and Julian Fairchild’s would knock gently.
This feeling was indeed somewhat ambiguous.
