Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud Chapter 184 - 171: Confirming Their Relationship (4500 Words

The girl raised a smile at the corner of her mouth, without a mont’s hesitation, "Yes!"

Right now, she was more in tune with her instincts.

Like is like, don’t like is don’t like.

Julian Fairchild’s thin lips curled up with a smile, Maeve Lane, drunk like a child, had no guard at all.

He silently made a note that he must never let Maeve drink out of his sight in the future.

If she had to drink, it could only be in front of him; he didn’t want anyone else to see this side of Maeve.

Maeve clung to him like an inseparable toy, her hands around the man’s strong waist, occasionally pinching it.

Julian silently permitted her small actions, took out his phone, and then kissed her lips as a reward, speaking in a husky voice, "Say it again."

Maeve was a little dazed.

The man clasped her with one hand and spread her hand with the other, intertwining their fingers, "Say who do you want?"

Under the dim night light in the bedroom, Julian Fairchild’s features were exquisite, his shoulders broad and his fra wide, his robe loose and almost tumbling down under Maeve’s tugging, her nostrils filled with the scent of his masculine wildness.

The sense of danger rose again in her heart.

But that ti she was sober, she could restrain herself, but now, as she wrinkled her brow, she wanted to retreat.

Julian gave her no chance to retreat, grabbing her ankle and pulling her into his arms, burying his head in her neck as if trying to endure sothing, "Speak."

Maeve’s face, already red from the alcohol, was even hotter now. She swallowed, feeling like her heart might leap out of her chest, "Say... what?"

"Say you like , want to be with , say you... want ."

His voice was srizing, and Maeve felt his lips’ warmth blazing on her skin, scorching.

She found it hard to breathe, "I like you."

Julian encouraged her, "Good girl, keep going."

Seeing the man smile and praise her, Maeve’s lips also curled up, continuing, "Want to be with you."

"And... say you want ."

Maeve felt a chill around her but was oblivious, even pulling Julian’s head lower, smiling innocently, "Want you."

Upon hearing this, Julian felt all rationality leaving him, the cord in his mind taut and ready to snap.

"Who am I?"

Julian leaned down, pressing her, kissing her lips, prying her teeth open with ease, and invading her mouth with a certain roughness, wishing he could devour the girl he loved to the bone.

Maeve was kissed until she was dizzy, her pale arms softly draped around the man’s shoulders, breathing lightly, "Julian..."

"Say it again."

"Julian Fairchild..."

"Say it again."

"Julian... Fairchild... ugh."

...

The next morning.

Pain.

This was Maeve’s sensation before her consciousness fully awakened.

She furrowed her brows and softly hissed.

In her sight was the lavishly patterned ceiling and chandelier of a hotel suite.

She moved her leg and found her body sore and achy, slowly opening her eyes and sitting up, still feeling a little dizzy from the hangover.

She glanced at the robe on her body, pausing for a mont in surprise.

Didn’t her robe seem too big?

Wanting to prove her suspicion correct, Maeve tried to stand but unexpectedly found her legs weak, collapsing onto the bed.

"You’re awake..."

Entering through the door, Julian Fairchild was montarily stunned by the scene.

The woman he adored was facing him, her slim waist and shapely bottom exposed, and on her tender skin were the marks he left the previous night.

On the verge of losing control, Julian turned around, his body a bit stiff, "Are you hungry?"

The fall seed to have sobered Maeve up.

Could it be that... she had done sothing reckless with Julian after drinking?

Glancing at the bruises on her waist and thighs, she twitched her mouth, "Did we..."

"Yes." Julian swiftly confird, calming himself slightly before entering with a glass of water, "Drink so water first."

"How did you get in?" Maeve, now completely clueless, tightened her robe, "I was drunk, right?"

Julian watched her drink the water, naturally wiping away the drops from her lips, "I ca to your room to find you, then you pulled and wouldn’t let leave, and after... you know, I was drunk last night too."

Although Maeve couldn’t rember her drunk self, she knew, according to redith’s depiction, just how ridiculous she could be when intoxicated.

If Julian was also that drunk yesterday, if the two of them in the sa room hadn’t ended up doing sothing, she would feel that Julian needed to see a doctor.

But that wasn’t the biggest problem.