Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 94: We Have It Here Too

Seven days ago, the Kingdom of Quincy sent the nine-year-old hostage Eliza Grant. Unable to contain his curiosity, Miles Monarch had actually met him on the first day Eliza arrived.

He watched as Eliza, dressed in the purple royal attire, cried and refused to leave the front hall. The person from Quincy holding him looked indifferent, said a few comforting words, and then left.

After that person left, Eliza instead sat obediently in front of the hall, no longer crying or making a fuss. He didn’t know how long he watched Eliza, standing until his legs were slightly numb, until a palace servant called him, "Crown Prince, it’s time for your morning lessons."

He then withdrew his gaze from Eliza, thinking, this crying effort is even more intense than before.

After his mother passed away, he never cried again.

Because no one was worth crying for anymore.

He was the eldest and the only legitimate son. After his mother’s death, this identity destined him to be alone in The Royal Palace.

Miles Monarch observed Ethan Grant quietly for seven days, sometimes in the front hall, sometimes in The Imperial Kitchen, sometimes in the back garden, but more often than not Ethan was always sitting in front of the cold The Hostage’s Hall, continuously touching the bamboo whistle on his chest.

Like someone in the cold instinctively drawing warmth.

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Throughout the day, although there were some small issues during the performance, overall there weren’t any major problems. The actors playing young Eliza and Miles Monarch, though young, were both experienced and didn’t need many retakes. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Maeve Lane changed several hairstyles in the morning, drawing continuous admiration from the stylist, "You really suit any style, everything looks good on you, and honestly, your male appearance highlights your beauty even more than your female one."

It was true, with Maeve’s striking looks, her long hair made her appear coldly beautiful, and with a ponytail and deliberately accentuated brows and already deep-set eyes, she embodied the dashing, handsome young noble from a novel with sword-like brows and starry eyes.

Those slightly unapproachable upturned eyes now carried a hint of carefree mischief, unmatched in charm.

Standing in front of Julian Fairchild, though shorter, her aura was in no way inferior.

"Thank you," Maeve curved her lips, checking herself in the mirror from different angles.

Seeing this, Sarah Sutton said, "Thank you for your hard work, teacher. I asked Nina to buy some water for you to drink."

"Hahaha, no need to be so polite."

"It’s necessary."

Nina Quinn hurried to place the water on the table beside the dressing table.

The makeup artist didn’t refuse for long, feeling much more favorable towards Maeve and Sarah’s group.

Nina also handed a bottle of drink each to Julian Fairchild and Maeve.

Miles Hughes accepted it on Julian’s behalf.

Maeve held a bottle of cold drink in her hand, preparing to drink it, when a hand snatched the bottle from her.

She frowned, "What are you doing?"

Julian Fairchild remained expressionless: "Drinking beverages is bad for your health and can cause weight gain."

"Yes yes yes, I almost forgot," Sarah Sutton patted her head, jumping out from behind Maeve, "It’s better to drink less of these drinks, they’re full of sugar."

She pulled Maeve aside for a whisper, "Maeve, although we have this natural beauty advantage, we still can’t let our guard down. I saw a marketing account yesterday saying you were overshadowed by the second female lead, and a little bit of weight looks ten times as much on camera, so let’s just pay more attention to our diet for these three months, okay?"

Maeve Lane actually saw the drink as just water to quench her thirst and wasn’t too attached to it, so she agreed: "Okay."

"If Miss Lane wants to drink something, we have it here too."