Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 90: He Slowly Closes the Door

Julian Fairchild looked deeply at the woman in front of him, slowly closing the not-so-functional door of the suite.

His sharp Adam’s apple rolled up and down. He walked up to Maeve Lane, his gaze tightly locked onto her, as if wanting to etch her every expression into his heart.

Maeve felt a strong force come upon her, as if she was thrown onto a mass of cotton, and then a hot, iron-like body tightly pressed against hers.

Someone lifted her chin.

The room was filled with intimacy.

...

The next morning.

Maeve felt as if her whole body had been run over by a car, weak and powerless.

She frowned and slowly lifted her eyelids.

The first thing she saw was the handsome and stern face of Julian Fairchild. She was held tightly in his arms, almost unable to move, surrounded by the fierce and masculine aura of the man.

Maeve’s hand trembled slightly, feeling the firm and muscular body beneath her hand. She closed her eyes and then opened them again, as if it was hard to digest what had happened.

A muffled laugh came from above, followed by a magnetic and teasing male voice close to her ear—

"Comfortable?"

Maeve’s head exploded, and her fair, tender face instantly turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few seconds, even the roots of her ears were so red they looked like they might bleed.

Julian Fairchild... how... how could he say something like this!

In the past two years, although they lived as a married couple, they had almost no communication, let alone such flirtatious words.

She bit her lip and lightly pressed his chest with her hand, "Did you take the wrong medicine?"

Clearly, he had taken Sylvia back to the old house before, had torpedoed her play, and inexplicably lost his temper, so why did he suddenly seem like a different person?

Julian’s face showed a satisfied expression, not turning cold because of Maeve’s words.

He gently rubbed her waist, his mood rather good, and curled his lips, "Are you sure you want to talk to me like this?"

If it goes on like this, they might both be late today.

Maeve shivered, quickly glancing at her current state, and turned her head to avoid his gaze, "First, take your arm away."

Julian raised an eyebrow and slowly released her.

There came a rustling sound from beside, and unsurprisingly, a woman’s puzzled voice, "Where are my clothes?"

"Look more closely."

Maeve glanced around, her lips twitching slightly, "This is..."

"My room."

Maeve: "..."

The layout of their two rooms was the same, and she hadn’t noticed when she got up. Could it be that she got drunk... and followed Julian in?

Julian sat up with his back to her, and Maeve quickly pulled the quilt over her and closed her eyes, "What are you doing?"

"It’s not like I haven’t seen it," Julian changed into his clothes and donned a robe, his tall figure imposing and strong, "Your clothes can’t be worn. I’ll go next door to get you some clothes."

He went out.

Maeve sat dumbfounded on the bed, not understanding how things had developed to this point.

Where was Sarah Sutton? How did she end up at Julian’s place?

Did she break in by herself?

Hmm?

Sarah Sutton stood confused.

She stood at the door of Maeve’s room, looking inside the room, at the man in a bathrobe, extraordinarily handsome, and spoke in a strange voice, "Fairchild, why are you in... Maeve’s room?"

The man’s movements paused for a moment, from Sarah Sutton’s position, she could only see him looking for something.

Julian turned around, casually finding an excuse, "I came to wake her up."