Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud Chapter 189 - 174: See If It Fits

Then he pressed her down on the edge of the bed and kissed her for a while, both of them drenched in sweat, as if the air conditioning set at sixteen degrees wasn’t even on.

Seeing Julian Fairchild wanting to kiss her again, for the first ti in her life, Maeve Lane admitted defeat, "No more kissing, no more, I have a headache."

Julian, seeing this, lightly kissed her swollen lips before tucking her into the covers.

Maeve finally was let go and pulled up the blanket, wanting to create so distance from Julian Fairchild.

But in the next second, Julian also lay down, lifted the blanket, embraced her, and whispered in her ear, "Let’s sleep together."

Maeve humd softly from her nose.

His embrace was too warm, making her sleepy.

In the instant before she fell asleep, Maeve seed to hear Julian say sothing in her ear.

She didn’t hear clearly and had already drifted to sleep.

...

Julian Fairchild lay with Maeve Lane for a while before turning over and getting out of bed.

Miles Hughes was waiting at the door, and when he saw Julian coming out, his sleepiness vanished imdiately, "Young Master."

Julian’s face had no expression, "Yesterday, you did well."

Miles scratched his head and said, "It’s my duty to alleviate burdens for you, Young Master."

"I’ll multiply your year-end bonus by five," Julian said blandly, "Regarding her matters, I want you to forget everything as soon as you leave."

Miles was so excited he almost jumped up, suppressing the smile tugging at his mouth, repeatedly replying, "Yes, yes, yes! I will definitely keep mum about anything concerning the Young Mistress, don’t worry, Young Master!"

The term "Young Mistress" evidently pleased the lovestruck man.

Julian coughed once, "Make it ten tis."

Miles, who initially felt a bit tired from running errands for breakfast early in the morning, now felt invigorated all over!

"Thank you, Young Master!" he shouted energetically.

Julian shot him a cold glance, "Keep it down."

Miles quickly muffled his mouth with an "oh, oh," looking at the tightly shut door, rembering that the Young Mistress was still sleeping.

So Miles lowered his voice, flashed a big smile, "Thank you, Young Master, you and the Young Mistress will surely have a long-lasting bond!"

Suddenly, a bad mory flashed across Julian Fairchild’s mind.

His voice deepened, "Did you ss with the forum yesterday?"

Miles smiled and said, "I’ve told people to handle it; all photos and comnts about Young Master Henry Hughes and the Young Mistress have been deleted."

"Mm."

Julian Fairchild opened his phone, deftly navigating to a forum.

Its content was now completely different from yesterday.

Everyone inexplicably couldn’t log in last night, and so found their posts deleted.

"What a pity, that blessing thread had already reached 999 floors, and the host said they wanted to build it up to several thousand floors."

"Yeah, there were so many pictures of Maeve Lane and Henry Hughes that I didn’t save; now I can’t see them, how unfortunate."

"I don’t know what’s wrong with the forum, is the server really that arbitrary?"

"Maybe it’s because so many people have been sending blessings these days, the server overloaded and crashed. Did you notice? A lot of posts about Henry Hughes and Maeve Lane were deleted; they used to rank top in popularity."

"True, but the blessing stays in the heart. I’ve been sowhat swayed by the chemistry between Maeve Lane and Henry Hughes—definitely a big sister and little puppy vibe!"

Julian Fairchild felt slightly pleased with the first few comnts.

But later on, he felt uncomfortable.

What does it an, blessings in the heart?

Miles noticed the Young Master’s expression change, cautiously inquiring, "What’s wrong, Young Master? Is there sothing amiss?"

Julian leaned against the wall, the light casting a shadow around him, exuding an intimidating aura.

He threw the phone to Miles.

Miles caught it, looking at the comnt displayed on the screen, confused.

Combining it with the man’s displeased expression, he instantly understood!

"Young Master, I think they’re all spouting nonsense," Miles pointed at the comnt, "Clearly, Henry Hughes doesn’t match with the Young Mistress at all."

Julian cast a glance at him, indicating for him to continue.

Suppressing his conscience, Miles resud, "Henry Hughes has a diocre background and looks average; standing next to the Young Mistress, he looks more like her brother..." he hesitated, seemingly realizing he implied Maeve Lane seed older, and added, "Of course, I’m not saying the Young Mistress looks older than Henry Hughes; it’s just that their auras don’t match."

Julian nodded.

"The Young Mistress is stunning, acts decisively, such a beauty can only match with you, Young Master. You’re first-class in family background, appearance, intellect, everything, and only soone like you can ensnare the Young Mistress’s heart!"

The man’s lips curled in satisfaction, and he uncharacteristically patted Miles’s shoulder, "Do you know what to do next?"

Miles instantly grasped it, "I know, I know, I’ll go post on Aurelia University’s internal forum right now! Let more people celebrate your love, Young Master!"

"Mm." Julian Fairchild was very pleased with this response, "Go now."

Miles hurried off to handle the task.

Julian stood at the door for a mont, then called Henry Hughes.

The line connected just as the music was about to end.

The man held the phone with one hand, his voice mixed with frost, not the slightest trace of politeness, "Henry Hughes, did you dare to lie to ?"

Henry Hughes seed to chuckle, "A lie is already a lie. If I’ve caused you any trouble, I apologize."

Julian Fairchild’s eyes were covered in ice, "Maeve Lane and I are together now."

Henry’s feigned smile faltered slightly, "Really?"

The man’s voice rang out again, "From now on, stay away from my woman."

The line went dead.

Julian Fairchild must have called to assert dominance.

Henry Hughes felt like a... clown.

Julian and Maeve seed like the leads in a novel who, after countless trials, end up together.

And he was completely a supporting character.

Just then, soone handed him a docunt.

Henry casually took it and glanced at the contents, "How is it going?"

The person replied, "The study-abroad procedures are ready. You can go anyti."

He was about to speak, but then clenched the docunt in his hand.

"... Forget it, maybe later."

He still couldn’t let go of her.

He wanted to see with his own eyes if Maeve Lane was living well before deciding whether to leave or stay.

...

Maeve Lane slept until the evening.

The room was pitch dark as she opened her eyes, taking in the nightti view through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The city lights were just coming on, stars twinkling.

In her eyes also seed to reflect the stellar light, glittering beautifully.

The blanket was considerately tucked in around her, and Maeve sat up, feeling sowhat dazed.

It was as if, at this mont, the alcohol had truly cleared from her mind.

The aching sensation in her body still lingered, but it wasn’t as pronounced.

The conversation with Julian Fairchild echoed in her mind, yet she had no intention of going back on her words.

The door opened.

"Since you’re awake, why didn’t you call ?"

Julian had already changed into his clothes and was holding a set of won’s sportswear, even with intimate apparel.

Maeve’s mouth twitched slightly, thinking the moonlight was too bright, and the room wasn’t dark enough, which was why she could see so clearly.

She watched as Julian walked over to her, sat down, and placed the clothes in front of her.

"Try them on, see if they fit?"