Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 162 - 161: Just Giving You a Gift

Maeve Lane struggled to keep her eyes open, pressing the button with one hand to speak, "I don’t want to..."

She sent a sixty-second voice message.

Julian Fairchild raised his eyebrows and heard the first two words—"I don’t want to."

The next few dozen seconds were completely silent.

Finally, he faintly heard Maeve’s gentle breathing.

Clearly, the girl had fallen asleep.

He laughed in exasperation, "Little heartless one, falling asleep like this."

Henry Hughes closed the light with an expressionless face.

...

The next day, as Maeve Lane just walked out of the school gate, she encountered Julian Fairchild.

She glanced up at him, then expressionlessly walked away with her hands in her pockets.

A hand seized her.

"Why so indifferent?"

Julian Fairchild quickly released his grip before she grew impatient, "Bad mood?"

Maeve’s pace didn’t slow down, it even quickened.

But Julian Fairchild had this sort of charm—always so composed at any moment, and now walked elegantly alongside her.

"Won’t talk?"

Maeve stopped, "Got a problem?"

"The review I talked about yesterday..." Julian Fairchild elongated his tone.

She twitched her mouth, ready to say whoever wants to write can write. It was clearly meant to bother her.

But then he changed the subject: "I made it up for you."

As he spoke, Julian Fairchild took out a familiar manuscript from his pocket, "Take a look."

Half-skeptical, Maeve grabbed it and after flipping a few pages, indeed saw writing that wasn’t hers.

"You actually... filled it out."

Seeing her puzzled expression, Julian Fairchild said, "See, didn’t deceive you?"

Maeve gave Julian a once-over slightly speechlessly, "You... you’re really so boring."

Julian Fairchild slightly tilted his head, lips curled up, "Really?"

"Yeah, you actually counted word by word? Three thousand words, is it necessary?" Maeve griped, but thinking about Julian still injured yet helping her make up the words, her tone softened and carried a hint of apology, "Sorry, I misunderstood." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

She truly thought Julian was trying to trouble her.

Unexpectedly, she really had missed writing a few hundred words.

But that’s kind of absurd, who would count word by word... yet Julian was so diligent.

Julian Fairchild chuckled, "No need for thanks, but if you insist, accompany me somewhere now."

Maeve: "..."

-

Maeve was led by Julian Fairchild to an alley.

From time to time, people passed through the alley, but it was mostly silent.

It wasn’t her first time walking through this alley because there was a small path that led directly to Aurelia University.

Julian Fairchild walked ahead, his tall silhouette like a proud cedar, appearing dignified and stern.

Maeve followed him, face expressionless.

As they were about to leave the alley, Julian suddenly turned and pinned her against the wall.

Her slightly confused look fell into Julian’s eyes.

Julian released her, placing both hands beside her ears, softly saying: "Familiar?"

Familiar with what?

Maeve had intended to push Julian away, but he wisely let go.

She glanced around, seemingly understanding Julian’s hint: "...Wasn’t this where I got cornered last time?"

"Half correct, half incorrect." Julian chuckled, "Wasn’t this the place where we first met while conscious?"

Maeve certainly knew.

But in such an ambiguous situation, if she said it, wouldn’t it be aligning with Julian’s intentions?

Julian withdrew one hand, reaching into a bag for a while before pulling out a tail ring, "Don’t be nervous, just wanted to give you a gift."