Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 132 - 32: So She Won’t Get Scared Away

Maeve Lane gave him a fierce look and snatched the glass of water from his hand.

After drinking, she finally felt some relief in her throat.

Julian Fairchild stood up and ruffled her hair from up high—

"Yesterday, I wasn’t drunk."

I wasn’t drunk.

Maeve, being so smart, almost immediately heard the implied meaning in the man’s words.

If he wasn’t drunk, it meant that he was sober when he said those words last night.

She let him ruffle her hair but lifted her eyes to look out the window, unable to discern her emotions, "Neither was I."

She also wasn’t drunk.

So, her answer wouldn’t change either.

For a long time, neither of them made any move.

"Breakfast is here." In the end, it was Julian who couldn’t bear to break the suffocating silence, "Eat, and then have a good rest."

Maeve responded with a cool "Mm," not forgetting to add, "Thank you."

"I told you, you never have to thank me."

"Does that still count now?" Maeve smiled faintly, "How many years has it been?"

Julian stared into her eyes, "Do you still remember how many years?"

Maeve was slightly taken aback.

Because of her reaction, the man’s originally sullen mood was instantly lightened.

The feeling of liking someone is like this, isn’t it? Your mood brightens because of a casual word from her.

Oh well, take it slow, lest you scare her away.

She seems unable to cope very well.

So, try a... gentler approach.

Breakfast was soon brought in.

He picked her up from the chair like a koala bear and gently placed her at the dining table, "You eat first; I’ll deal with some things and then come back to keep you company."

The tone was entirely that of a domestic man.

After speaking, he left the room.

Miles Hughes’s voice came from the doorway, the two exchanged a few words, and then he closed the door for her.

Maeve was almost convinced that Julian had been possessed.

Or perhaps, what he said yesterday... was it really serious?

But why?

Why would Julian start liking her again?

She frowned, the sumptuous breakfast before her tasting like wax, with no flavor at all.

Unable to tell what she was feeling, she thought for a while and then felt an excruciating headache, as if two people were fighting fiercely in her mind.

One Maeve said: "He still can’t forget you; Julian still likes you. You can start over again, and he will love you like before, seeing you as his only one."

Another Maeve said: "Don’t be silly, it’s just out of habit. Even if you raise a pet, you’d find it hard to let go. Haven’t the past two years proven everything? Has he ever treated you as his wife? He even brought Sylvia Lane back to the old mansion to meet his parents before you two had divorced. Besides, you treated him like that before, and he’s such a proud person. Would he put aside his pride to let you trample over him again?"

They struggled inside her mind, and Maeve felt her head was about to explode:

"But Julian said he likes me."

"Maeve, since when did you start believing in such things as liking? Wasn’t the old you dismissive of such feelings?"

"He seems to... love me very much."

"Love? The old Maeve also thought her father loved her. He could give her gifts every year and care for her well-being, but when that incident happened, her father straightforwardly sentenced her, too proud to even investigate. The old Maeve thought her sister loved her, but it turned out the sister she watched grow up was the mastermind behind it all... better to love oneself."

"What’s wrong with being alone? Why give others a chance to hurt you again?"

Maeve shook her head vigorously, collapsing to the floor as if losing all weight.

The chair scraped sharply against the floor.

"...Medicine."