Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 161 - 160: Julian Fairchild, Are You Looking for Trouble?
Julian Fairchild was indeed correct in his assumption.
Maeve Lane quickly accepted his friend request.
As soon as they became friends, Maeve sent over a voice message.
A long one, all of seventeen seconds.
He glanced at the smile on Henry Hughes’s face and indeed turned on the speaker.
"Julian Fairchild..."
These three words emerged, and Julian already anticipated what would come next, so he quickly cut off the voice message.
Then he leisurely found and put on his Bluetooth headset.
As soon as Maeve’s voice played, Henry immediately noticed.
His mood turned from sunny to cloudy in an instant, "She added you back?"
Julian glanced at him blandly, "Did you really think you were that important to Maeve?"
"She added me back ages ago."
Henry, hit where it hurt, spoke with a tinge of sarcasm, "You’re not any more important than I am."
"Right back at you."
Julian wasn’t angered but instead laughed, knowing that Maeve’s voice message had dealt quite a blow to Henry.
He originally thought Maeve would never add him back.
Henry did think so.
Maeve added him back because he promised to remain just friends...
But Julian wasn’t the type to say such things.
As a fellow man, he could clearly see the possessiveness in Julian’s eyes.
Julian never hid his affection for Maeve.
Maeve must have sensed it, which is why she rejected Julian.
But wasn’t she the one who never added back exes? Why did she accept Julian’s friend request?
Henry clenched his phone tightly.
After Julian put on his headphones, he quickly opened the voice message Maeve had sent.
"Julian Fairchild, are you bored? Two hundred words and you say it’s not enough?" The girl seemed agitated, speaking quickly with a hint of annoyance, but kept her voice hushed since her roommate was already resting, making it sound somewhat hoarse, "I’m not rewriting it, that’s it."
Julian listened to it several times before coughing lightly and saying, "You’re making this very difficult for me."
Maeve responded by typing back: [?]
Julian’s voice carried a popular bubble sound, not exaggerated, very magnetic, and it even made you imagine him speaking with his Adam’s apple bobbing.
"I’m the president, and Summer said this matter has blown up a bit. With your attitude, you’re making it difficult for me?"
What kind of explanation was this?
Maeve recalled her manic repentance today, her fingers trembling unconsciously.
No way, doing it again would give her hand cramps...
[Two hundred words short, did you count?]
Maeve was puzzled; is Julian that kind of boring person?
Julian answered without a blush: "Yes."
Maeve clenched her fist, "You’re deliberately finding fault, aren’t you? Julian Fairchild, are you seeking revenge?"
Julian replied: [Why would I seek revenge?]
Maeve thought, didn’t he know the reason in their hearts? It was obvious.
But apart from this reason, Maeve really didn’t know why Julian would pick on her.
Feeling a bit annoyed, she just typed it out directly.
[Revenge because I rejected you?]
After a few minutes, it felt like Julian threw a stone into the river.
Maeve closed her eyes for a while and started to feel sleepy.
Julian sent a ten-second voice message.
She extended a fair, jade-like finger to tap the voice message bar.
The initial few seconds were very quiet.
Not a single sound.
With her mind drowsy, Maeve felt as if she was in a dream, her eyelids starting to droop.
A rich, deep voice whispered near her ear:
"... Then I’ll give you a chance to regret it now."
Maeve blinked her eyes, taking a while to process.
[Revenge because I rejected you?]
[... Then I’ll give you a chance to regret it now.]
