Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud Chapter 247 - 194: Sweetness

Julian Fairchild lowered his head to kiss her rosy lips, dominantly and forcefully prying open her teeth, eagerly savoring her taste, his large hand gripping her waist.

The temperature in the corridor continued to rise.

Maeve Lane was a bit dazed by the kiss, but she quickly ca to her senses, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly as she pushed him away, "We agreed a few days ago... things like this should be consensual."

"What kind of things?"

Julian paused, his breath a bit unsteady.

Maeve averted her eyes, her cheeks starting to blush, "You know exactly what I an."

Julian looked into Maeve’s eyes, his voice husky, "...So you’re unwilling?"

Maeve tried her best not to look into his eyes, how long had it been since they parted, "Unwilling."

The man in front of her was handso, tall and striking, with sharp brows and bright eyes.

Upon hearing this, a smile appeared at the corner of his lips as he effortlessly picked her up and walked into the room, "Really unwilling?"

"No..." Maeve humd softly.

Julian lightly bit her earlobe, speaking ambiguously, "Love isn’t just spoken; I prefer to show it rather than say it."

"You..." Maeve’s face was now truly red, and she quickly jumped down from him before her rationality could escape, "I’m going to sleep, goodnight."

Seeing that Maeve was determined not to get intimate with him, Julian could only reluctantly take her hand, "Then let kiss you a little longer."

In the mont of her hesitation, Julian pulled her over, his strong arms enveloping her tightly, while his other hand held the back of her head, kissing her red lips once again.

His kiss was domineering and intense, instantly lting her body.

This kiss seed beyond Maeve’s expectations; she initially thought she could resist, but under his intense onslaught, she realized she didn’t really want to resist.

Her heart pounded harder and harder, Maeve’s fair cheeks gradually blushed, her whole face as rosy as cherry blossoms.

Her breathing beca more rapid, her body increasingly weak, she felt as if her body’s strength was drained away, unable to withstand this man’s assault.

Her hands unconsciously clung to his shoulders, responding to him.

...

The next morning.

Sunlight stread through the floor-to-ceiling windows, gently illuminating the woman’s serene sleeping face.

There was a knock at the door.

She slowly opened her eyes, randomly threw on so clothes, and went to open the door.

Standing at the door was Julian Fairchild.

Seeing the man at the door, she blinked her drowsy eyes and asked, "Why are you up so early?"

"Afraid you’d go hungry, I brought so breakfast over," Julian handed the thermal box to the girl.

She took the box, raising an eyebrow, "You made this?"

"Do you want to eat what I made?"

Maeve couldn’t imagine Julian in the kitchen; it just seed intriguing.

"...Not this ti." Julian withdrew his hand, one hand in his pocket, his voice laced with a smile, "This ti, it’s from Miles."

It was only then that Maeve noticed Miles also standing to the side, apparently not fully awake, and as she glanced at him, Miles propped his eyes open saying, "Good morning, Miss Lane."

And then he couldn’t help but yawn,

So sleepy...

"...You go rest first." Maeve had already considered Miles a friend for so ti, "If anything cos up, I’ll have him call you."

Miles glanced at Julian, and though he was tired, he didn’t move.

Until the handso man spoke, "From now on, Zoe’s words are my words."

Miles was slightly taken aback; such a statent carried significant weight coming from Julian, but then it seed sowhat expected.

Because the person involved is Maeve.

In the young master’s eyes, she is always an exception.

"Yes, young master."

He had stayed up all night here overseeing the renovations because the young master seed intent on staying long-term, so security asures and bullet-proof glass had to be installed overnight, a substantial undertaking that he personally oversaw.

So he had hardly gotten any rest in these past days.

After Miles retreated, Maeve opened the door wider, "Co in and have breakfast together."

"Hmm."

The handso man walked into the room, setting the thermal box on the table, turning to look at the yawning woman.

At this mont, she was wearing a white spaghetti strap long dress, her slightly curled black hair casually draped behind her, from the side her neck looked white and long, her slender legs making her appear both innocent and sexy.

Julian approached Maeve, hugging her from behind, speaking softly, "Did you sleep well last night?"

Maeve, caught off guard by the embrace, her voice wavered.

"...It was alright."

"I didn’t sleep well." Julian rubbed against her neck, slightly raising his eyes, his breath warm against her fair skin, "With you by my side, and yet I had to... sleep alone."