Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 158 - 157: Want to Hold and Kiss (Two - s Combined)
Maeve Lane’s fingers paused slightly, her gaze deepened.
This sentence, it seemed like she had said it to Julian Fairchild before.
Julian Fairchild rested his chin on one hand, his deep-set eyes watching her, as if in no hurry for her answer.
Maeve Lane’s answer, wasn’t it already clear? 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
Less expectation is good for both of them.
Perhaps feeling the atmosphere was too heavy, after writing a paragraph, Maeve replied, "I don’t want to date anyone among you."
This was a very straightforward answer.
Also within Julian Fairchild’s expectations.
And anyone she mentioned referred to him and Henry Hughes.
"Why?" Julian Fairchild stared at her, "I always can’t figure out—"
"Why you would reject me."
He hid the dark emotions in his eyes very well, "You figured it out, right?"
Isn’t chasing someone because you like them?
Why, after catching them, do you let go?
Maeve Lane didn’t deny it, but she had no intention of explaining either.
Julian Fairchild’s gaze became more profound, "Do you have someone you like?"
This time Maeve replied quickly.
"No."
"Can you be quiet?" Maeve said lightly, "There’s no reason, I just don’t want to date, so don’t waste time on me."
The man, hearing this, actually smiled with relief and didn’t answer again.
Writing a self-examination isn’t easy.
Maeve Lane thought she’d rather be punished to run ten laps than write this thing.
First and foremost, she felt she hadn’t done anything wrong.
One must be a person first, then a student, right?
Those people wanted to teach her a lesson because of some so-called "seniority," based on a reason that sounded very childish.
Because she got close to Julian Fairchild.
However, suddenly a thought flashed through Maeve Lane’s mind, speaking of which, she seemed to have fought quite a few times for Julian Fairchild too.
Initially because she got drunk, and those who admired him misunderstood and sent people to hound her in alleys.
Later there were direct provocations, one or two.
And then Julian Fairchild also fought with Henry Hughes for her.
Isn’t this the reincarnation of karma?
A large warm hand ruffled her hair, and the man’s chuckle sounded:
"Still writing or daydreaming?"
Maeve Lane looked at the paper headed with the Aurelia University emblem, densely packed with words, thinking she still had to write two more pages, feeling numb in the scalp, then she pushed the paper and pen to Julian Fairchild, "Write it, but now it’s your turn."
Julian Fairchild raised an eyebrow, puzzled.
Maeve Lane said, "Do you know why I fought with those people?"
"Why?"
Maeve Lane glanced at him, looked away, and said, "Isn’t it because of you? They couldn’t stand me following you every day, so they wanted to teach me a lesson, who knew the three of them couldn’t beat me."
She wrinkled her nose, her eyes somewhat haughty, "So weak."
"Also," Maeve Lane stuffed the pen into Julian Fairchild’s hand, "I just bought a new phone and it got knocked off by them. Although they compensated with a new one, feelings can’t be replaced."
She didn’t realize how discordant it was to discuss feelings with a cold expression.
Julian Fairchild chuckled lightly, his gaze somewhat indulgent, "And then?"
She... is really cute.
He wanted to embrace her and kiss her fiercely.
"Then? Shouldn’t you help me write a bit?" Maeve Lane extended a finger and began calculating, one point at a time, "Previous troubles came because of you, now writing a self-examination also because of troubles caused by you, wouldn’t it mean I’m writing it because of you?"
Julian Fairchild lazily raised his eyebrow, "Hmm, that seems reasonable."
Maeve Lane saw Julian Fairchild so cooperative and raised her eyebrows, "Right, then you write, I have something else—"
"Wait a moment." Julian Fairchild gave her a look, the corners of his lips pulled slightly, "I have a condition."
"Just over a thousand words, you still want a condition?" Maeve Lane tried to pull her backpack strap out of Julian Fairchild’s hand, but ended in vain after several attempts.
Julian Fairchild said, "You’re right, but this shouldn’t be my task. I do it for you, you give me some compensation, isn’t that reasonable?"
Maeve Lane glanced at him, her gaze somewhat wary, "What do you want me to do?"
"Have a meal with me." Julian Fairchild glanced at his arm, his voice betraying no emotion, "I have no friends at Aurelia University now."
There was an unspeakable sadness to him like this.
Maeve Lane paused, instantly recalling Henry Hughes.
With Henry Hughes’ character, he would probably have other friends without Julian Fairchild, but Julian Fairchild seemed really isolated at Aurelia University.
It wasn’t an excessive request, so Maeve said, "Okay."
Julian Fairchild agreed, his gaze still on his arm, "Then Wednesday afternoon, I’ll come find you."
"I’ll write the rest for you."
Maeve Lane blinked lightly and suddenly recalled the fight between Henry Hughes and Julian Fairchild previously, hearing Julian was heavily injured.
He’s been looking at his arm, is it still not healed?
So Maeve Lane also looked at his arm, asked, "Is your injury getting better?"
Julian Fairchild’s fingers moved slightly, a quick flash of a smile in his eyes, but it was quickly concealed.
He murmured, "Still quite painful."
Maeve Lane frowned, having someone write a self-examination while injured seemed a bit unethical.
She pulled Julian Fairchild’s arm over, carefully looked at it, "If it’s really painful, I might as well write it myself."
"Didn’t you have something to do?" Julian Fairchild repeated her earlier words, his tone faint, "If you have something to do, go ahead, I’ll write here alone."
Why does that tone feel a bit resentful?
Maeve Lane hesitated and said, "It’s not something very important, my roommate asked me to shop in the afternoon, but by the time I go, they probably finished."
Julian Fairchild restrained his upturned lips, then said, "Then Wednesday..."
"Isn’t it just a meal?" Maeve Lane picked up the pen resignedly, it seemed she wouldn’t go anywhere this afternoon, "I’ll accompany you to eat, okay?"
"Alright." Julian Fairchild placed his hand aside, at this point Maeve Lane hadn’t noticed, the previously "stiff" arm of Julian Fairchild showed no abnormalities.
While writing, Maeve Lane casually asked, "Why hasn’t your wound healed yet? It’s been so long, have you seen a doctor?"
"Do you care about me?"
Maeve Lane replied, "As classmates and alumni, how about a little concern?"
"Nothing." Julian Fairchild’s lips moved, his voice lowered a little, "I was just afraid you didn’t care at all."
"What?"
Julian Fairchild randomly found a reason to answer her previous question, "I saw a doctor, nothing serious, it’s healing slowly possibly because the medicine isn’t good."
He originally intended to find an excuse to keep her around.
Next time getting Maeve Lane out, it might not be this easy to deceive.
Every minute, every second, he cherished deeply.
But Maeve Lane was uncharacteristically understanding now, after Henry Hughes got injured, he was hospitalized, and his family came to ask for leave. But Julian Fairchild attended classes while injured, his family didn’t even ask.
In comparison, Julian Fairchild really was a little pitiful.
She put down the pen, said, "The medicine I gave you last time, I’ll give you another bottle later."
Giving him another bottle of medicine meant they could eat together shortly.
After dinner, he could walk her for a bit.
He could take her back to the dormitory.
Like real lovers.
Julian Fairchild’s mood increasingly brightened, nodded—
"Okay."
Maeve Lane acknowledged.
When she picked up the pen again, she suddenly realized.
Was she being too concerned about Julian Fairchild?
