Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 160 - 159: Julian Fairchild Silently Takes Note
Maeve Lane sighed softly.
She couldn’t understand why things had turned out this way.
Looking at Henry Hughes, she felt like she was a criminal.
If Julian Fairchild’s feelings for her originated from her actions, then with Henry Hughes, she never had any such intention.
Some people can become lovers, but some are destined to be friends.
Just like she once told Meredith, when the feeling is right, everything is right.
Her head ached with a familiar throb, and she instinctively reached for her pocket.
But unsurprisingly, she didn’t find any medicine.
"You won’t agree?" Henry Hughes seemed a bit flustered, and many girls were glaring at Maeve.
She lowered her eyelids, "Alright, let’s be friends then."
Forget it, let them be.
"You only have one identity to me: from now on, we are just friends." Maeve reminded, "It’s better if you think it through early."
Henry Hughes immediately smiled, "Okay!"
The bet with Julian Fairchild was off; Julian didn’t follow the rules, so he didn’t need to either!
Even if he won by following the rules, knowing Julian’s personality, he wouldn’t let go so easily.
So, just treat that agreement as if it never existed!
"Alright, if there’s nothing else, I’m heading up." Maeve quickly reverted to the way she was before Henry confessed, since she agreed to be friends; there was no need to dwell on the past.
Henry nodded, hesitated for a moment before speaking, "So, can I still go to the race track with you next week?"
"Of course."
He finally felt at ease.
Before Julian Fairchild returned to his dorm, someone sent him a document through the group chat.
"President Fairchild, this is the information the sisters have been gathering for a long time! This might help you pursue Maeve, so take a look! Good luck, defeat Henry Hughes!"
He casually opened it and found that the lengthy 4,000-word document was all about Maeve’s preferences.
[Maeve seems a bit aloof, but according to insiders, privately, she loves the color pink. She once praised a guy in pink at the track field for looking handsome, and he soon became her boyfriend.]
Julian raised an eyebrow, lay on the bed, and lazily swiped his finger.
Maeve likes pink?
But he despised that kind of girlish color.
He imagined himself wearing a pink shirt and quickly frowned, "... Forget it."
[Regarding her type, through interviews with many of Maeve’s ex-boyfriends, it’s roughly deduced that Maeve likes: firstly, they must be handsome. Secondly, they must be caring but not clingy (a few were dumped for being too clingy, so Fairchild, you must remember this!)]
Julian silently took note.
[Thirdly, Maeve doesn’t like cute "puppy-like" guys, she’s likely into more "wolfish" types. There’s never been such a guy among her boyfriends, so acting a bit wild might impress her.]
A bit wilder?
If she likes that, it’s not impossible.
Julian felt that being the student council president finally had some practical use, such as this strategy proving helpful for him.
Maeve sneezed, frowning, "Who’s cursing me at this time of night?"
Meredith laughed, "Who’s cursing? Maybe someone’s thinking about you."
"Really? I don’t believe it."
Meredith chuckled, suddenly noticing a small cut on Maeve’s lips, "Maeve, what’s that cut on your lip?"
Maeve touched her lip, feeling inexplicably flirtatious, to the point where even Meredith was entranced, "Gosh, Maeve, if this were ancient times, you’d definitely be sent to the palace as a concubine."
"Too beautiful." Even though she often saw Maeve, she was still occasionally mesmerized by her beauty.
"Being a concubine is nothing great," Maeve said nonchalantly, "If it were ancient times, being an emperor would be the best."
"Impressive, but really, what happened to your lip?" Meredith was curious, knowing she’s not a naive girl about love, "It looks like it was bitten by a man."
Maeve squinted her eyes slightly, gritting her teeth, "Mmm, it’s a—"
"Dog of a man."
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Julian was still looking at the document.
[Maeve’s longest relationship lasted half a month, usually a week; the record holder is Ivan Forrest from the Business Management School. He’s very handsome, on par with Fairchild and Henry, and reportedly has a wealthy family. He was heartbroken for several weeks after their breakup and is said to truly love her, still having feelings now.]
This person wasn’t initially on Julian’s radar.
There are many who like Maeve, and he wasn’t concerned about that.
But the next part made him remember this name.
[Ivan is also one of the few people with whom Maeve maintains a friendly relationship post-breakup; they’ve been seen dining together after breaking up, indicating that Maeve likely appreciates his personality.]
Julian didn’t care about Maeve’s past, but he cared about her present.
This Ivan, he hadn’t heard much about him before, but next time he had a chance... he planned to take a good look.
He was still reading, when Henry pushed open the dorm door and walked in.
Julian’s eyes sharpened.
Henry’s gaze wasn’t friendly either, but after Maeve agreed to rekindle their friendship, his day-long sour mood had slightly improved.
He wasn’t in the mood to argue with Julian.
Though outwardly not confrontational, beneath the surface the two rivals were still secretly competing.
Soon, Henry’s phone chimed with a WeChat notification.
A sense of foreboding crossed Julian’s mind.
As expected, the next second, Maeve’s voice came through:
[I told you it’s okay, just pretend nothing happened, alright?]
The voice was slightly annoyed, but still somewhat caring.
Julian suddenly lost the will to continue reading. He squinted his eyes, "What’s going on?"
Henry had been waiting for him to ask that, and nonchalantly replied, "We made up, Maeve said she can’t be without me as a friend. You heard her, I wasn’t even back at the dorm and she was already reassuring me."
In fact, he had been the one to message Maeve first, repeatedly confirming what she had agreed to earlier.
Maeve then sent that reply.
But the goal was achieved.
Across the room, Julian’s face turned sour.
Speaking of which, Maeve still hadn’t accepted his friend request.
Yet she couldn’t wait to reconcile with Henry after just a day?
Seeing his rival suffering improved Henry’s mood, dispelling all his negative emotions!
Julian opened WeChat and skillfully searched for a contact.
Maeve’s profile picture was boldly rebellious, cold yet fierce.
He sent another friend request.
In the request message, he wrote:
[Heartless woman...]
Frowning, he deleted it, and retyped: [Add me back...]
But he erased it again.
After several rounds of typing and deleting, Julian settled on a reason Maeve couldn’t refuse—
[Your apology is short by two hundred words.]
[Not qualified.]
Seeing this friend request late at night, Maeve’s mouth twitched involuntarily.
