Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud Chapter 57: Why Change the Rules for You

She just couldn’t understand, why did a simple lip touch from Julian Fairchild feel so intense?

Maeve Lane tried to struggle a bit, and took the chance to speak when Julian Fairchild left her lips, "You..."

Julian Fairchild pressed Maeve Lane’s ravaged red lips with his thumb, anger unmistakably in his eyes, "Do you do this to all the good-looking n?"

Maeve Lane seed to perceive sothing, gradually retracting her smile, her beautiful eyes gazing at him, stepping back a pace, her voice turning cold, "What exactly do you want?"

The emptiness in Julian Fairchild’s arms made the night breeze seep in, bringing with it a chill.

That’s how people are, once they get a taste of warmth, they crave for more.

Just like that saying — I could endure the darkness, if I had never seen the light.

For a mont, all concerns were cast aside, and Julian Fairchild wanted to say that sentence directly.

Yet, for the first ti, he felt a sense of trepidation upon returning ho.

He couldn’t feel any liking from Maeve Lane.

From his initial assurance, assuring himself she liked him, to the wavering a few days ago, to today’s probing.

Julian Fairchild ca to a conclusion, Maeve Lane made no difference between him and those other n she dated before.

They were rely whims of hers.

With a sullen face, unwilling to give up, he asked, "Don’t you have a habit of not pursuing soone for more than a month?"

Now, from the day they t to today, it’s been over a month.

Doesn’t that an he holds so special place in her heart?

Maeve Lane’s eyes flickered, seemingly a bit surprised, "Who told you that?"

"Don’t concern yourself with who told , you just need to answer , is it true?"

"Yes."

Maeve Lane nodded, not denying it, she indeed had such a habit. In reality, no matter how good a man was, to her, he was just a ans of spicing up a dull life.

A month was already the limit.

"Then why with , did you exceed that limit?"

He hadn’t even heard her sincerely say "like" once, yet unknowingly, he had fallen for this woman.

Maeve Lane stared at him steadfastly, "What answer do you want to hear?"

Julian Fairchild remained silent, pressing his thin lips into a straight line, as if trying to see into her heart.

She was rely engaging in a loveless affair.

Things that she could easily say to people before.

Why was she hesitating?

Maybe, to Maeve Lane, Julian Fairchild was indeed an exception.

But that was all.

Julian Fairchild’s gaze was locked onto her, not missing any expression on her face, he moved his lips, his voice surprisingly softened, "You don’t know what I want to hear?"

Maeve Lane lightly closed her eyes, a fleeting glimpse of coldness flickering in them —

"Then I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed." She spoke faintly, her voice scattering in the wind, sowhat ethereal, "I won’t change my rules for anyone."

[And why would you think I’d change the rules for you?]

This familiar sentence now seed sowhat ironic.

Julian Fairchild’s face turned frosty.

"Yes, it’s a month indeed, but the ti limit is today." Maeve Lane casually straightened her long hair, "If I’m not mistaken, I haven’t sought you for eight days."

He suddenly understood —

Maeve Lane’s words also confird his suspicion.

"22 days plus these few days, it’s exactly a month."

The smile at her lips was unaffected by his fluctuating emotions, "But you also reminded , it’s ti."