Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud Chapter 108: The Look of Loving Someone

Sarah Sutton originally wanted to stay, but Miles Hughes didn’t give her a chance, "Co on, co on, a new Hunan restaurant has opened up front, let’s go eat together!"

"But Maeve hasn’t eaten yet..."

"With my brother Fairchild here, do you think Maeve will go hungry? Co on, co on, let’s not disturb their work."

"...oh."

Sarah Sutton was pulled away.

The wind lifted the fallen leaves, signaling the approach of night; only then would Aurelia feel the onset of autumn. The cool breeze tousled Maeve Lane’s hair; just sitting there, she beca a picturesque scene in the eyes of others.

Julian Fairchild walked over and took the seat where Sarah Sutton had been sitting.

Maeve Lane, being close, could sll his cool, crisp fragrance; neither of them spoke first.

In fact, this was the first ti in their two years of marriage they sat calmly on the sa bench.

Maeve Lane leaned back, the cold chair back no longer felt the heat of the day.

She glanced sideways at the man, only to see he had closed his eyes, leaning against the chair, his arousing and sharp Adam’s apple leading down to a slightly grazed collarbone.

Maeve Lane blinked, hesitated for a mont, then asked, "Can you teach ?"

The leaves rustled across the ground, creating a "swish swish" sound; the surroundings were quiet enough to hear the heartbeat.

Julian Fairchild slowly opened his eyes, his side profile almost perfect, "What do you want to learn?"

"The look of loving soone." Maeve Lane paused, "I want to learn that."

Julian Fairchild rembered what the director had said to Maeve Lane in the morning.

[But there’s no affection in your eyes.]

Not even able to act it for him...

The man’s expression was uncertain, piquing Maeve Lane’s curiosity, but her wrist was grabbed by him, pulling her straight into his embrace.

She was startled, the next mont already sitting on Julian Fairchild’s lap.

This was on set, a place with people coming and going, there might even be paparazzi.

"What are you doing?"

Julian Fairchild seed particularly fond of Maeve Lane’s waist; no matter the occasion, when holding her, he liked to place his hand on her lower back. Her waist was slender and enticing to him.

At this mont was no exception; his big hand pressed against her waist, the other on her neck, his handso, profound face magnified before Maeve Lane, perfect in every detail, like God’s most proud creation.

Maeve Lane’s hands pressed against his chest, only able to separate by a minute distance. She felt the solid strength of the man’s thighs beneath her, a searing heat burning deep in her heart.

She felt entirely under the man’s control right now.

Julian Fairchild pulled Maeve Lane into his lap, but did nothing else, simply watching her quietly. His deep eyes were like a cold pool, his nose bridge tall and straight.

His voice magnetic and strong, "Have you learned?"

Maeve Lane’s eyes showed confusion.

The man’s hand at her nape tightened slightly, bringing Maeve Lane closer, their breath intermingled, lips only a centiter apart.

Julian Fairchild lowered his head slightly, eting Maeve Lane’s sowhat bewildered gaze.

Like this, her eyes were filled with him, unable to hold anything else.

Maeve Lane tried controlling her body not to retreat, as if retreating would prove sothing.

But in the next second, she felt the man’s lips lightly biting hers, like an elegant beast, gently licking her lips, his voice husky, "Have you learned?"

"The look of loving soone."