Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 139: I Made This for Henry Hughes

Julian Fairchild’s eyes were deep, "What about him?"

"...Ha." Henry Hughes chuckled lightly, a hint of mockery in his eyes, "Julian, since when did you start talking nonsense?"

Julian Fairchild narrowed his eyes slightly.

He also wanted to hold... her waist.

"Henry Hughes is definitely coming with me." Maeve Lane smiled a little, feeling inexplicable, "Why don’t you two try out my beloved boyfriend?"

"Boyfriend?"

"Maeve, you have a boyfriend now?"

Julian Fairchild and Henry Hughes both turned sullen, their tones strikingly similar.

"Uh-huh." Maeve Lane drawled, "Every part of it was gathered from all over the world."

At this point, Julian Fairchild frowned slightly, quickly realizing he had misunderstood.

Henry Hughes also figured it out, laughing as he patted Maeve Lane’s shoulder, "Beloved boyfriend? You scared me. I thought you had found someone new."

Maeve Lane curved a lazy smile, "I haven’t had an old flame, where would a new one come from?"

At these words, he glanced back at Julian Fairchild.

Julian Fairchild’s face looked even more unpleasant than before.

Henry Hughes snorted internally, ever since Julian Fairchild asked that question, they had become rivals in love.

Whether Julian Fairchild admitted it or not.

Previously, he mistakenly thought Maeve Lane really liked Julian Fairchild and was willing to match them up, but now he knew Maeve Lane didn’t need Julian Fairchild specifically.

Well... let’s see who will win the beauty in the end.

Julian Fairchild stared at the arm Henry Hughes had around Maeve Lane’s shoulder, feeling an impulse to yank it off directly.

This feeling of someone getting ahead of him was really unpleasant.

Quickly, Maeve Lane led Julian Fairchild and Henry Hughes to a track she often visited.

This area had high expenses.

The people coming and going were almost all young heirs from Aurelia.

The track was wide and also had dangerous routes, and the safety measures were excellent. After all, if an incident happened to someone precious to a family here, it wouldn’t be something they could afford.

The few of them were preparing to put on their gear in the lounge.

Maeve Lane rarely allowed anyone to sit in her car, except for Sylvia Lane.

But Sylvia was timid, and after sitting in it once, she was so scared she trembled all over. Anson Lane even scolded her, and from then on, she didn’t take anyone for a spin again.

So when Henry Hughes said he wanted to sit in her car, she specifically had someone make a racing suit for him according to her own standards.

Now, Maeve Lane took out two different sets of gear, and without hesitation, handed the noticeably superior racing suit and helmet to Henry Hughes.

Julian Fairchild looked at the set Maeve Lane handed to Henry Hughes, "Why is his better than mine?"

The significant difference between the two sets was apparent even to a layperson.

Maeve Lane pondered, muttering to herself, "True, it’s not very safe."

After speaking, she handed her own helmet to Julian Fairchild, "You wear mine."

Maeve Lane’s hands were clean and delicate, a stark contrast to the black helmet.

Julian Fairchild kept his hands in his pockets and didn’t take it, his expression a bit gloomy—

"I want his."

Henry Hughes pushed Maeve Lane aside, standing in front of Julian Fairchild, slightly lifting his head, "Some things aren’t yours to own, understand?"

He bumped Julian Fairchild’s arm hard, took the helmet, and walked away.

Maeve Lane lightly frowned. Since Julian Fairchild didn’t want it, she didn’t want to waste time here either.

She said coolly, "Henry Hughes’s set was custom-made to his measurements. If you don’t want to wear this, then leave."