Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 142: Where Are You Staying Tonight?
Maeve Lane looked at him with ambiguous intent, "You’ve been waiting here all along?"
"Yeah."
She raised an eyebrow, seeing that Julian Fairchild had no intention of saying more, so she didn’t bother with unnecessary words.
She made a stylish move to get on, "Hold on tight."
The man gave a slight "mm."
Maeve quickly started the car, and the sleek black vehicle shot forward like a graceful panther!
Trees melted into the night, rushing past in a dark blur.
When Maeve took Henry Hughes for a ride, he seemed a bit unsteady, but Julian was different. He wore a helmet and didn’t even budge.
Then, a pair of large hands gently held Maeve’s waist.
The warmth penetrated through the clothes, still blazing.
She half-squinted her eyes, her mouth curling slightly with a hint of teasing, "What, are you scared?"
Julian’s hands momentarily paused; if Maeve turned around at this moment, she would undoubtedly see the slightly awkward expression on his face.
He said, "Yeah."
The voice was a bit soft, and the wind howled past, giving Maeve no chance to hear clearly. She assumed Julian was just embarrassed, "Hold tight, there’s a curve ahead."
The hands on her waist tightened just as she said.
Julian looked at Maeve’s fair and delicate profile, and now she seemed somewhat childish, shedding the flamboyant facade from the day.
He suddenly had the urge to reach out and pinch her cheek.
...
It was getting late. After showing Julian around a bit, as he was someone she brought along, Maeve fulfilled her host duties.
When they got off, Maeve was a bit tired.
She yawned and said, "Alright, that’s it for today. I’m going to rest now."
Julian also took off his helmet, his messy black hair exuding a rebellious allure as he blended perfectly with the moonlight.
Maeve looked at him and suddenly remembered a saying:
Between the moonlight and the snow, you are the third kind of stunning beauty.
In his palm, he still seemed to feel the supple touch of the girl’s waist, which was an entirely unfamiliar sensation to him.
He had never voluntarily embraced a girl’s waist before.
Maeve was the first.
"Where are you staying tonight?" Maeve asked.
"At school."
She glanced at Julian’s outfit, very simple, almost shabby by her circle’s standards.
After a moment, she thoughtfully offered, "Let me take you back then."
The expenses here indeed weren’t something an average family could afford, and Julian’s family wasn’t well-off.
She could invite Henry Hughes since his family clearly did well, and he wouldn’t overthink it, but someone like Julian, with his pride, might feel she was being charitable.
Maeve rarely got things wrong when being considerate, yet she did this time.
In fact, Julian just had an early class tomorrow and couldn’t rush back from here.
But he hadn’t expected Maeve to offer to take him back.
"Yeah."
Maeve glanced at the clock, "Then hop on."
Julian got back on.
All the way there, a myriad of emotions flickered through his mind, and when they reached the destination, he found himself reluctant to get off.
Regretting why he hadn’t stayed.
And why he gave Henry Hughes and Maeve a chance to be together.
His long lashes veiled his eyes, hiding their dark depths.
He had struggled, wavered, but nothing was more impactful than seeing Henry and Maeve together with his own eyes.
Just as Maeve was about to turn and leave, he called out to her, his voice carrying a subtle lightness, as if he’d figured something out, or finally convinced himself—
"Maeve."
Maeve shivered all over, turned around, and looked at him quizzically.
