Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 140: So Love Has an Expiration Date

She left as well.

Julian Fairchild remained silent for a moment, noticing that Henry Hughes had already changed into that outfit, matching Maeve Lane as if they were wearing couple’s clothes.

The racing suit in his hand was clenched tightly.

Maeve Lane walked alongside Henry Hughes, "How is it, does it fit?"

Henry Hughes smiled, "It fits quite well."

He casually glanced at Julian Fairchild, "Is he coming over?"

"Doesn’t matter." Maeve Lane’s words were somewhat indifferent, "I have no need to appease him."

She didn’t lower her voice deliberately.

Julian Fairchild lifted his foot, taking a step in their direction, only to stop again.

A flicker of self-mockery quickly passed through his eyes.

He must have been crazy to think that Maeve Lane truly liked him.

So the love in one’s eyes can be faked after all.

Turns out, love has a time limit.

So now her target is Henry Hughes?

When Maeve Lane introduced her "precious boyfriend," her eyes were glowing, sparkling brightly.

Julian Fairchild looked at her and let out a cold laugh.

He wasn’t even as important as her car, it seemed.

A staff member approached, seeing Julian Fairchild standing still, and because Maeve Lane was a regular here, they treated anyone she brought over with warmth.

"Sir, may I ask..."

"Hey, uh... what are you...?"

The staff exclaimed, quickly catching the racing suit Julian Fairchild tossed over, "Sir, this set was brought over for you by Miss Maeve Lane..."

The man walked out the door, exuding a gloomy aura, his brows furrowed, making him intimidating.

The staff member stopped talking in time, watching the man’s retreating figure and said, "Well, I’ll inform Miss Maeve Lane that you’ve already left..."

"She won’t ask."

Finally, Julian Fairchild left with those words, taking a deep look at Maeve Lane’s position where Henry Hughes held her waist intimately.

Maeve Lane didn’t even glance back at him.

The Maeve Lane who once bent over backwards to treat him well seemed non-existent.

Even with trivial matters like offering him water, she used to show favoritism and exceptions.

Does Maeve Lane not understand details?

She understands, but now she’s transferred all that kindness towards Henry Hughes instead.

So even if he spoke up now, Maeve Lane would no longer care about his feelings.

Julian Fairchild scoffed, feeling that the two people laughing and chatting were glaringly conspicuous, as if they were the most compatible in the world, "I must have been crazy to come here."

...

Maeve Lane took Henry Hughes for a spin, her mood unbothered by Julian Fairchild’s inexplicably strange behavior earlier, her lips curling up due to a few beautiful turns.

After all, they were brothers, so when Henry Hughes got out of the car, he still asked the front desk.

But the front desk staff said, "The tall and handsome gentleman? He left before you hit the track."

Maeve Lane raised her eyebrows, her smile slightly heartless, "Gone is gone, let’s keep playing."

Henry Hughes responded with a "Hmm," lifting his helmet and following Maeve Lane. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

The staff at the front desk remembered Julian Fairchild’s slightly resentful words before he left, and it seemed that Miss Maeve Lane truly lived up to her reputation, making even such a high-caliber handsome man look dejected.

So he also paid special attention to Maeve Lane’s expression just now, and indeed, it was just like what that man said.

She really didn’t care at all.

If this handsome fellow hadn’t asked, she would probably have dragged him off for another ride.

...

The night gradually deepened.

Henry Hughes accompanied Maeve Lane almost entirely around the mountain, finally admitting defeat, "Let’s call it a day; I really can’t hold on any longer."