Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud Chapter 88: His Smile Held a Deeper Meaning

This ti they were eating hotpot, and there were four pots on the table. The spot where Julian Fairchild was sitting was indeed quite far from the clear broth pot.

Nina Quinn, however, liked the spicy hotpot, and since everyone was already here, she didn’t hesitate for long before standing up.

Sitting next to Maeve Lane was to avoid others from trying to get her drunk.

Not that Maeve was in any danger, but rather she might be a danger to others.

But since it was Fairchild, there should be no problem; Fairchild surely wouldn’t let Maeve drink, right?

With that thought, she switched places with Julian Fairchild.

Julian Fairchild "went with the flow" and sat in Nina Quinn’s original seat, which was to Maeve Lane’s right.

Sarah Sutton had been talking to Maeve Lane all along, so when Maeve adjusted her position and looked up, she saw that Julian Fairchild was gone from across her.

She instinctively glanced towards the door.

A voice exploded beside her ear—

"Looking for ?"

Maeve Lane was startled and turned her head abruptly, her moist lips brushing against the corner of the man’s slightly curled mouth.

Julian Fairchild’s gaze was profoundly deep, with more complex emotions seemingly surging beneath that depth.

Her eyes widened slightly, and she quickly pulled back, her breathing a bit disorganized, "Why are you sitting here?"

"Fairchild only eats the clear broth hotpot," Miles Hughes, who had unknowingly stood behind Julian Fairchild, chose to ignore what had just happened and explained, "So he switched places with Miss Nina Quinn."

The distinguished man straightened his posture, implicitly confirming this explanation.

Maeve Lane lightly furrowed her brows, her lips still lingering with Julian Fairchild’s warmth.

A bit hot.

She composed her emotions and shifted her attention elsewhere to barely forget the unexpected event just now.

Director Dayne walked in, said a few polite words, and then everyone started toasting.

Sarah Sutton had already switched Maeve Lane’s drink with sothing else, carefully checking it over, since Maeve had pulled the switcheroo trick before...

Honestly, Maeve Lane was really tempted.

There was nothing she particularly liked imnsely.

Except for one thing, which was alcohol.

Alcohol can numb the nerves, bringing short-lived delight.

Seeing Maeve’s longing gaze, Sarah Sutton, at last, picked up her duty as a professional manager and sternly said, "No drinking, if you get drunk, my small fra can’t hold you back."

Maeve Lane went silent.

While everyone else was drinking, Maeve was sipping on juice, looking rather listless.

Even Julian Fairchild had sipped on so wine, and she looked a bit enviously at his glass.

That look.

Julian Fairchild couldn’t help but laugh internally.

How many tis had it been, she was still like this.

Still... quite cute.

Sothing lightly touched Maeve Lane’s leg.

She looked down and saw Julian Fairchild holding a small glass of wine, casting her a casual glance.

Maeve Lane’s eyes brightened, and she asked with her eyes: For ?

Julian Fairchild raised an eyebrow—

Yes.

Maeve Lane couldn’t help feeling a little giddy inside; heaven knows how long it had been since she last drank.

But she was conflicted; though she didn’t know what she was like drunk, she had heard from others.

But if she missed this chance, who knows when the next opportunity to drink would co?

The crew would be together for three months.

In rare uncertainty, Maeve glanced at Sarah Sutton and quickly took the glass from Julian Fairchild’s hand.

The woman’s soft, slender fingers brushed lightly over his hand.

Julian Fairchild’s lips curled slightly, his smile was filled with unspoken aning.