Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 146: Are You Really Not Sick?
Maeve Lane laughed, "Just kidding, youโre right, thereโs no such thing in the world." ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ซ๐ฃ๐ธ๐ซ๐ฎ๐.๐๐๐ถ
Meredith laughed but couldnโt figure out why she suddenly couldnโt keep laughing.
Next to her, Maeve Lane was unusually quiet, her expression calm, even with a slight smile at the corner of her mouth.
But she exuded a vibe that was completely out of place with the bustling crowd.
It seemed somewhat desolate and lonely.
Meredith was deeply affected by the heavy emotion coming from her and became quiet too.
She couldnโt help but think about what Maeve Lane had just said.
[Do you believe me if I say I have depression?]
[What if Iโm doing this for treatment.]
She bit her lip, suddenly held Maeve Laneโs hand, and said seriously, "Iโm sorry, Maeve."
Maeve Lane blinked, lazily looking at her, "Why are you apologizing to me?"
"I shouldnโt have laughed earlier." Meredith bit her lip, looking really guilty, "Maeve, do you really have that illness?"
But how is it possible?
A girl as flamboyant and passionate as Maeve Lane, like a blazing rose, could also have depression...
Why, itโs hard to imagine what could possibly hurt her.
But Maeve Lane suddenly laughed out loud, holding her hand and said, "Just teasing you."
Meredith looked at her skeptically, "What you said just now wasnโt true?"
"Do I seem like Iโm sick?" Maeve Lane said indifferently, the unknown emotion that had puzzled Meredith had already disappeared, "Alright, do your homework, itโs going to be collected soon."
Meredith exclaimed, "Oh no, thereโs only one minute left until class!"
"Maeve, lend me your homework!"
"..."
"When did you finish it? I didnโt see you writing! Oh no, this professor is a bit short-tempered, what if I get called on?"
There was a glint of amusement in Maeve Laneโs eyes, "Didnโt expect it, huh? I studied secretly behind your back."
Meredith: "..."
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Julian Fairchild kicked the door open, and the already battered door was now even more vulnerable.
To his surprise, Henry Hughes was actually in the dorm.
He looked at him without emotion, his tone not exactly pleasant, "Back for a beating?"
Henry Hughes ignored him, instead raising his phone and provocatively pressing the voice key.
A girlโs voice came from the phoneโ
"Henry Hughes, are you hurt?"
Julian Fairchild froze, squinting his eyes, a storm brewing in his gaze.
"You get hurt a little and you go to her to act pitiful?"
Henry Hughes said, "I knew you would say something like that, want to keep listening?"
He pressed another voice message, Maeve Lane was obviously responding to his questionโ
"My classmate told me."
He raised his eyebrows, holding the voice key, gently said, "Iโm fine."
After he said it, he looked at Julian Fairchild standing at the door with a gloomy face and said, "Do you want to know how she reacted when she found out you were hurt?"
Julian Fairchildโs gaze was almost murderous, a storm brewing.
"Henry, Hughes!"
"Want to make a bet?" After that day, he completely broke ties with Julian Fairchild, but they were both adults now, the tension was just in a glance. Henry Hughes was confident, "If Maeve says one word of concern about you, Iโll have her add you on WeChat."
An invisible smoke hung between the two.
Because of him, Maeve Lane was mocked by everyone, while he, after Maeve gave up on him, pulled such ambiguous moves.
He thought Julian Fairchild was unworthy of Maeve Lane.
Julian Fairchild remained silent, his face as deep as still water.
