Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 156: Three Kisses with Julian Fairchild (A Jumbo - Merging Three Parts ~ A Little Sweet~)
He started to regret it; he shouldn’t have been so confident.
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What happened that day added yet another topic of conversation to Maeve Lane’s tumultuous university life.
At first, everyone thought Maeve was chasing Julian Fairchild, and Julian rejected her.
No one expected that it was actually Julian confessing to Maeve and getting rejected.
Originally, it was thought that Julian and Henry Hughes were reported for fighting due to personal grievances.
But everyone at Aurelia University only guessed half of it right.
The personal grievances were true.
Maeve was indeed the cause.
For a while, Maeve’s name came up repeatedly during mealtime conversations.
Meredith packed some food from the cafeteria to eat back at the dorm, and seeing Maeve lying on the bed playing games, she showed a helpless expression, "You vanish for half a day, and another big story pops up?"
"What story?" Maeve didn’t stop her actions, casually asking, "Did you bring me food?"
"I did, look, I put it on your desk." Meredith placed one of the meals on Maeve’s desk with a slightly complaining tone, "You hardly give me any gossip; you didn’t even tell me about the huge event yesterday."
"I was wondering why you came back so late last night, turns out someone confessed to you. I really guessed right before; when I saw your eyes, I felt something was off. Sure enough, you rejected Julian Fairchild."
Meredith opened the container and started eating, "Come on down, or the food will get cold."
Maeve’s game character got killed, so she put her phone aside for now, "Okay."
She opened her lunchbox at a leisurely pace and took a bite, "There’s nothing to talk about."
"So calm, really calm," Meredith said, genuinely feeling Maeve was too composed, "You know, randomly picking someone to date would be fine too; now half the girls at Aurelia University are heartbroken."
Maeve raised an eyebrow, evidently confused.
"Half the girls like Julian Fairchild, the other half like Henry Hughes..." Meredith added, "No, probably two-thirds like Julian."
"Last night, Henry Hughes almost fought Julian; luckily someone held him back."
Maeve lightly furrowed her brow, lost in thought about something.
Meredith continued, "Now everyone’s speculating who you’ll end up with. Since we’re roommates, why don’t you give me a hint whom you fancy more?"
Maeve chuckled and patted Meredith’s head, "Aren’t you bored?"
"I am! It’s because I’m bored that I’m curious!" Meredith was dying of curiosity, "If Julian Fairchild pursued you, would you say yes?"
Maeve lowered her gaze, "No."
"What about Henry Hughes?"
"No."
"Huh, why not? Have any of your ex-boyfriends been better than the two of them?"
But Maeve merely responded with an "mm," seemingly answering something else, "It’s precisely because no one can match them."
Neither the feeling Julian gives nor the feeling Henry gives is more intense than anything before.
She doesn’t plan to enter a long-term relationship right now.
And they want too much.
She can’t give them that.
Meredith listened, a bit puzzled, "What do you mean?"
"Nothing," Maeve chuckled slightly and continued eating.
Seeing Maeve didn’t wish to continue the topic, Meredith didn’t press further. She glanced at the clock, "Maeve, are you free this afternoon?"
Maeve replied calmly, "I have a club activity later."
"Oh... I was going to ask you to go shopping, but... I’ll find someone else then."
Maeve gave a soft "mm."
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This time, the meeting point was a classroom.
She glanced at her phone; there were fifteen minutes until the meeting.
Yet, no one was there yet.
So, Maeve leaned back on the chair, preparing to nap for a bit.
Just as she was dozing off, she felt someone gently playing with her hair.
Maeve furrowed her brows slightly, opening her eyes to meet a pair of deep eyes.
The culprit was still holding her hair, caught by her right in the act.
The handsome man calmly released her hair, with a deep voice and a slight smile in his eyes, "Good afternoon."
Sunlight streamed through his hair, casting his entire outline in gold, with exquisite eyebrows, a rugged handsome face, and a slight uplift of the lips—like a noble elegantly bowing in a medieval castle.
Maeve glanced at him, images flashed in her mind, but she soon shut her eyes again.
Seeing Maeve not responding, Julian Fairchild wasn’t in a hurry and casually leaned closer to her ear, lowered his voice, "Time to wake up."
