Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud Chapter 265 - 199: Your Punishment Is No Hug Tomorrow

Julian Fairchild and her CP super topic don’t seem to have many people yet.

The latest reply was posted just ten minutes ago.

The cover photo, likely edited by soone, features a sowhat tacky heart-gazing photo.

Maeve Lane’s gaze lingered on it for a few seconds, puzzled, "Why does it feel both cheesy and trendy..."

She directly checked the pinned post.

"Coldfruit couple..." Maeve lay in bed, holding her phone with one hand, thumb gently sliding, "Why are they called Coldfruit?"

Soon, Maeve realized that there was a ’mango’ in her na, so it could be thought of as mango, with Julian Fairchild’s na added.

The pinned post was still those contents from before, recently they’ve added so CP monts.

She went through them one by one, her eyes went from lazily casual to surprised.

A fan with the ID "LovesLemonade" built an analysis thread, claiming to speculate on the origin of her and Julian Fairchild’s love...

Maeve originally didn’t take it seriously, but the more she read, the more shocked she beca.

"Boldly Dream, maybe Fairchild and Maeve have known each other for a long ti, they’re signed to the sa company, and their signing ti is about the sa. Look at Fairchild now, protecting Maeve so much, it’s impossible that there was no movent before, not even a hint of promotion."

"So maybe Fairchild and Maeve had so misunderstanding that hadn’t been resolved for years, but now it has, so Fairchild has beco much more overt!"

"Maeve, in the entertainnt industry, is a top-level beauty, yet she hasn’t beco popular. You have to know, it’s the era where traffic is king. As long as you look good, a short video or even a picture can go viral across the country. If Maeve had done any marketing, she wouldn’t have been playing supporting roles after being in the industry for years."

"This can only an one thing: doesn’t the company want to make money? They’re an organization aid at profiting, which ans—MS Entertainnt has soone suppressing Maeve, not letting her beco popular!"

"And Fairchild has bided his ti, finally reaching a film emperor’s status, holding significant influence in MS Entertainnt and even the entire entertainnt circle. Now, he is no longer the newcor who could only watch Maeve being bullied without being able to help!"

"Fairchild, having gained influence, started helping Maeve. So now, Maeve’s resources are no longer being suppressed. Fairchild began introducing her, first with dramas, now variety shows, and surely there will be movies in the future!"

"Fruit fans! The third collaboration is possible! We can wait for their official announcent of being together!"

After reading, Maeve felt a strange sense of fantasy.

If she weren’t involved, she might have believed it herself.

But, Maeve thought for a mont; however, the "LovesLemonade" did ntion a lot of things that might be true.

In recent years, her resources have indeed been suppressed.

Whether the roles she took or the resources Sarah Sutton fought for her.

But "Lemonade" got one thing wrong, the president of MS Entertainnt is Julian Fairchild.

If he hadn’t allowed it, who could suppress her resources?

...

Julian Fairchild just finished working out, his hair slightly damp with sweat, a faint smile at the corners of his mouth.

Now, whenever he thought of Maeve’s reply "Okay,"

he couldn’t help but feel a warmness in his heart.

The smile on his face could not be suppressed.

He took a cold shower, tied on a bathrobe, ready to say goodnight to Maeve.

At this mont, he noticed Maeve had sent a ssage half an hour ago.

It was a picture.

Precisely an analysis from soone nad "LovesLemonade."

A trace of ominous feeling flashed across his heart.

Carefully looking at it, Julian Fairchild slowly sat straight, a rare hint of panic in his eyes, his typing speed unconsciously increased—

[What’s wrong?]

After sending this ssage, it was like sinking into the sea without a response.

Julian Fairchild sent another one.

[It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have suppressed your resources.]

Maeve still did not reply.

Julian Fairchild couldn’t sleep at all, he lifted the quilt and went next door to knock on the door.

After knocking a few tis, a familiar voice ca from inside, "Just a mont."

An inexplicable panic surged up, beads of sweat appeared on the man’s forehead.

The door opened.

Maeve stood at the door, drowsy, "What’s up?"

Julian Fairchild didn’t say a word, just hugged her into his arms, closed the door with one hand.

He placed his big hand on the back of her head, pressing Maeve’s head against his chest, "Why didn’t you reply to the ssage?"

Maeve’s head buried in his chest, her voice a bit muffled, "I fell asleep, the phone was beside ."

"What do you an by sending that picture?"

Julian Fairchild’s voice was slightly uneasy, "Are you mad?"

Maeve thought for a mont before rembering which picture it was about; once she felt sleepy, her reaction slowed sharply.