Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 159 - 158: I Have Something to Say to You

Caring a little, indeed.

Maeve thought for a moment. After all, she didn’t have many friends, and with the interactions so far, Julian Fairchild might already be considered a friend.

From another perspective, if it were Meredith who got hurt, or if Henry Hughes invited her out to dinner,

she most likely wouldn’t refuse.

To be honest, after realizing Julian Fairchild’s intentions, she didn’t want to provoke him further because her experience told her that Julian was far more troublesome than any man she’d ever met.

But perhaps for that very reason, whenever Julian Fairchild showed a side completely opposite to his usual image, Maeve would often find herself confused by this contrast in charm.

Like just now.

A man who usually appeared high and mighty, sacred and untouchable, suddenly showed a somewhat vulnerable side in front of her.

This visual impact would be magnified.

To the extent that he didn’t seem as dangerous as she imagined.

Maeve thought for a while and couldn’t reach any useful conclusion, so she stopped thinking about it.

She grabbed her pen and began writing furiously.

...

After the earlier exchange, Julian Fairchild had also quieted down significantly.

While Maeve was busy writing her self-reflection, he sat by her side, watching her write, occasionally pointing out typos.

Finally, after stumbling through about three hours, Maeve picked up the pile of densely filled sheets, gently blew on them, and said with a sense of relief, "Finally finished."

Unnoticed, Julian Fairchild had ordered two cups of milk tea. As Maeve made her slightly childish gesture, he just happened to walk in through the front door.

The man had a hint of a smile in his eyes, "Done writing?"

"Yeah." Maeve lifted the papers in her hand and said to Julian, "Finished, here you go."

Julian took them, glanced over, and, satisfied, folded the papers a couple of times and slipped them into his pocket.

"It’s getting late, want to grab a meal together?"

Maeve pulled her bookbag from the chair and slung it over her shoulder. Hearing Julian’s words, she hesitated for only a few seconds before answering, "Sure."

Julian looked at the top of her head and laughed, "What’s going on? You can be friends with him but not with me?"

Maeve looked up and said, "You’re different from him."

His eyes flickered slightly, "How so different?"

At the time, she only saw Henry Hughes as a friend, so she never thought of it in that way.

But Julian Fairchild had just kissed her.

Now, the truth in his words was quite questionable.

However, just having a meal wouldn’t change anything.

As long as she could resist the temptation.

She may not have a habit of staying friends with exes, but not being used to it and being unable to accept it are two different things.

She could readily be friends with an ex, but whether the ex could treat her with a normal attitude was another matter.

In most cases, Maeve simply wanted to avoid trouble, which is why she sidestepped the possibility of such situations arising.

But Julian Fairchild was a little different. There were times when he was indeed somewhat inappropriate, but for the most part, he was quite tactful.

If Maeve would draw a line with people, he could deftly test boundaries right at the edge of Maeve’s acceptance.

Eventually finding a distance that made Maeve most comfortable in their interactions.

If it’s about being friends, Maeve felt that compared to Henry Hughes, Julian Fairchild might actually get along better with her.

Because from the first moment she laid eyes on Julian Fairchild, she felt he was the same kind of person as she was.

"Different in every way," Maeve replied vaguely, slinging her bag over her shoulder as she took the lead out of the classroom.

Julian raised his brows slightly and followed her out, carrying the milk tea.

After having dinner in the cafeteria, he accomplished his wish to walk Maeve back to the dormitory.

When he received the aromatic medicated wine from her, his lips couldn’t help but curl into a smile.

This scene was also witnessed by many onlookers at Aurelia University.

"What’s going on, are those two together?"

"No way, I just saw Maeve reject Julian Fairchild yesterday, and today they’re together?"

"Oh, poor Henry Hughes, lost both a good friend and the girl he likes..."

"When two people love each other, who cares what others say?" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Besides, I do think Maeve and Julian Fairchild match well; they complement each other in looks and various aspects. The only thing not matching might be Julian’s family background."

"Maeve sure looks like someone from a wealthy family. Just look at the things she likes: motorcycles, fighting, dating—none of them come cheap."

"Rumor has it that each ex-boyfriend got quite the breakup fee from her; she’s indeed generous."

Supporters of Henry Hughes couldn’t bear it. After Henry was rejected yesterday, they still thought Maeve would eventually end up with him, but now the situation seemed to favor Julian Fairchild.

"You say that Julian Fairchild is a better match for Maeve, but doesn’t Henry Hughes match with her too? I think they fit well together—family background, looks, temperament."

"Julian Fairchild and Maeve being together is like two icebergs colliding. I feel they won’t last long before breaking up."

"That’s not necessarily true. They might just get married right after graduation. Julian Fairchild may not have a well-off family, but he’s so smart and talented, his future is limitless, completely worthy of Maeve!"

"Stop arguing, look over there!"

"Who? Huh? Why is Maeve coming down again?"

"No, I mean look at who’s beside her?"

"Whoa, it’s Henry Hughes! Why did he call Maeve downstairs?"

Maeve was actually a bit tired from writing, and after giving Julian Fairchild the ointment, she just wanted to rest.

But just then, her phone rang suddenly.

It was an unfamiliar number, from Aurelia. Maeve glanced at it and picked up the call.

The voice of Henry Hughes came through, "Maeve, can you come down now?"

She hesitated slightly, steadying herself, "Henry... are you downstairs at our dormitory?"

"Yes." Henry replied, his voice carrying a hint of sadness, "Could you come down and meet me? I want to talk to you."

Henry Hughes was always smiling, warm and cheerful, rarely so downcast.

Maeve was silent for a moment on her end.

"Alright, give me a moment."

Being liked by someone you consider a good friend.

That feeling can only be truly understood by the person going through it.

When she got downstairs, a crowd had already spontaneously gathered around Henry Hughes.

Maeve suddenly felt a bit overwhelmed, "Henry, you wouldn’t..."

"No." Henry shook his head and quickly said, "If you don’t like it, then I won’t say it."

Maeve stood in front of him, waiting for him to finish speaking.

"...Just treat me as a friend." Henry’s eyes flickered slightly, "If my liking you has become a burden to you, then let’s just forget about it."

"We’ll be just like before." He paused, then added, "Is that alright?"