Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 147: Julian Fairchild Grips His Phone Tightly
Henry Hughes knew that Maeve Lane still hadn’t added him back on WeChat.
So this bet, Julian Fairchild couldn’t refuse.
As for why he had to do this.
Henry Hughes said, "I’ll take it as your tacit agreement. Now listen carefully."
He turned up the volume. "Maeve, do you know that Julian Fairchild is also hurt?"
Julian felt both anticipation and a vague fear of hearing Maeve’s response.
How could he not know the intention behind this action? Henry Hughes merely wanted to prove towards whom Maeve’s heart was leaning right now.
Simply put, who Maeve cared about more at the moment.
Did he want to make him give up knowingly?
Within seconds, a voice message came through.
His heart involuntarily tensed up.
Julian had never experienced such complex, ambivalent emotions.
"I know."
Henry Hughes displayed an expression as if things had gone exactly as he expected, "Do you have anything you want to say to him? Julian’s right here."
Maeve, wearing Bluetooth earphones, was walking alongside the road; passersby appeared hurried. Upon hearing Henry Hughes’ words, she slightly raised an eyebrow, muttering, "... Julian."
Henry Hughes decisively initiated a voice call, "Hello, Maeve?"
Maeve initially didn’t intend to answer; her favorite song was playing on her playlist, but she accidentally pressed the answer button.
Since she had already answered, she didn’t hang up, "What’s up?"
"Julian Fairchild also got hurt, don’t you have something you want to say to him?"
Maeve’s voice sounded somewhat unfamiliar and consistently indifferent, "What should I say to him?"
Then, as if realizing something, she slightly raised her voice, "Julian."
Henry Hughes was taken aback. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
It was clear she had something to say to Julian.
But, hadn’t she stopped liking him?
Was it that on that night, their feelings for each other warmed up?
Henry Hughes’ expression turned unpleasant.
In contrast, Julian seemed saved, his whole demeanor changed, clearly showing his uplifted mood.
He walked into the dorm, unceremoniously snatching Henry Hughes’ phone from his hand, his voice gentle, even with rare tenderness.
"I’m here."
The girl’s voice was as calm as always; Julian could even imagine her demeanor and tone while speaking these words.
Her pretty fox-like eyes were half-lifted, with the cold curve of their corners.
"Why did Henry Hughes fight with you?"
Her first question stumped Julian.
Maeve waited for a bit, then laughed lightly, "He’s got such a good character, if he fought, it must have been because his bottom line was crossed. You’re long-time friends, try to accommodate him if possible?"
Before Julian could respond, Maeve continued, "Or for my sake?"
With these words, both Julian and Henry Hughes’ expressions changed.
A smile gradually surfaced on Henry Hughes’ face.
However, Julian gripped the phone so tightly he almost crushed it.
Maeve was someone with severe double standards.
Her attitude towards her own and towards others was worlds apart.
She had drawn a distinct boundary in her mind.
And now, to her, Henry Hughes was one of her own.
In the end, double standards are just favoritism.
Julian once had it, but he didn’t cherish it. Now Maeve’s words were a hundred times more damaging than anything Henry Hughes said last night.
He suppressed his voice, slightly hoarse, "For your sake? What kind of relationship do you have with Henry Hughes?"
