Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 335 - 221: Spoil Your Own Man (Part 2)

The body leaned back slightly, and the arms and calves were instantly covered with goosebumps from the cold.

But there was an indescribable comfort.

It felt like the thrill of cutting class to race back in the day, adrenaline surged, and the fatigue was swept away.

Everything was silent, the sun had already set, and only the sound of wind rustling through the leaves could be heard.

"What are you doing?"

A man’s slightly angry voice exploded in the quiet night.

Maeve instinctively pulled her legs back, and after realizing it was Julian Fairchild, she breathed a sigh of relief, "You scared me."

Julian Fairchild frowned and picked Maeve up, "Why don’t you care about your body?"

"Just soaking my feet."

Maeve felt a little embarrassed and casually hugged his waist.

Julian Fairchild had a stern look, and he took off his suit jacket, wrapping her restless feet.

"Put this on, it’s only a few degrees today..."

"You know it’s only a few degrees today?" Inside, Julian was wearing just a white silk shirt; he was wearing little enough, and Maeve felt cold for him after he took off his jacket.

"I know I was wrong, okay?" Maeve tried to return his jacket, "You’ll catch a cold if you don’t have it."

"Don’t move, Miles Hughes is just outside, it’ll be fine soon." Julian Fairchild kissed the top of her head soothingly.

Maeve’s body gradually warmed up, but Julian’s was getting colder.

"Sorry."

Maeve wanted to use her own warmth to comfort him, getting even closer to him.

"If you would do this in bed, I’d be even happier."

Maeve: "..."

Forget it.

Let this rascal freeze to death then.

Coming out from the path, Miles was waiting in a Cayenne at the exit.

Julian Fairchild carried her into the car first and then got in himself.

"Miles, turn up the heat."

"Alright, Ms. Lane."

After speaking, Maeve proactively sat in Julian’s arms, "Hold me."

Oh well.

You have to spoil your own man.

Julian raised an eyebrow, "You..."

Maeve covered his mouth, "Shh, don’t talk, if you keep talking, we’ll sleep in separate beds."

The man chuckled, his lazy and charming eyes gazed at her bare feet, "Put them up."

Maeve’s skin had thickened quite a bit, and even with Miles driving at the front, she went along with it.

Julian adjusted her position.

Then Maeve felt her foot pressing against several hard muscles through a thin layer of fabric, specifically his abs.

She could feel the man’s strong and steady heartbeat.

Julian kept her warm, sometimes even using his hands to cover her.

Maeve leaned against the car door, her calves and everything below warmed up, and she actually fell asleep like that.

Julian sighed helplessly, then put her shoes and socks on and took her into his arms.

Outside, snow had unknowingly started to fall, melting into water droplets on the car window, sliding along the trail of the wind, and eventually disappearing into the night.

The warm orange streetlights illuminated the first snow in Aurelia this year.

The swirling, floating snowflakes almost dazzled the eyes.

The girl slept peacefully in the man’s arms, her long lashes hung low.

...

Back in the master bedroom, Julian Fairchild first gave Maeve a bath. She woke up groggily midway, but after seeing who it was, she closed her eyes again.

With a mix of exasperation and amusement, Julian helped her into pajamas and laid her on the soft bed, carefully tucking her in.

Maeve curled herself up, the room’s heating was cranked up, and before long, she wanted to kick off the blanket, but fortunately, Julian held down her restless legs.

There was a gentle knock on the door.

Julian nodded slightly.

Miles came in holding a stack of documents, speaking softly, "Young Master, that person refused."

Julian glanced at the sleeping girl’s profile, "Come with me."

...

In the study.

Miles laid out the information he had gathered in front of Julian, his expression serious, "I called Owen Osborne in the morning, and he said the investment needed Ms. Roland’s approval, so I called her in the afternoon. She answered, but declined."

In fact, what Ms. Roland said was, my play doesn’t need too many investors.

"Turning down free money seems strange, so I called again, but she directly blocked me." Miles was a little frustrated, everyone else would beg them for investment, but this Ms. Roland not only declined.

She refused so completely.

"A hundred million for a chance sight of her, and she turns it down?" Julian furrowed his brow.

"Yes."

Julian also took the time to read Maeve’s script and was very satisfied that the protagonist in "Southern Mountain" had no kissing scenes.