Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 163 - 162: He Can Wear Pink Every Day

He tightly held Maeve Lane’s hand, not giving her a chance to retreat.

She furrowed her brows and said, "What are you doing?"

A small tail ring quietly sat on Maeve Lane’s right hand, highlighting her fingers, making them look as smooth as jade.

The man’s expression was focused, seemingly admiring his handiwork. In response to Maeve Lane, he simply said, "A little gift, consider it an apology."

Maeve Lane moved her fingers a little. She had to admit, the tail ring was beautiful, pure black with three gold stripes, with intricate patterns giving it a mysterious and luxurious feel.

It suited her well.

Actually, Maeve Lane often relied on her instincts, whether it involved people or things. If she didn’t like something at first glance, no matter how long she interacted with it later, she wouldn’t come to like it.

She fell in love with this tail ring at first sight.

Julian Fairchild noticed her gaze and smiled, "Do you like it?"

Maeve Lane lightly withdrew her gaze, raised her eyelids to look at him, "Why did you say you want to apologize to me?"

"I think you’re right. Everything started because of me." Julian Fairchild took a step back, from a higher perspective, you could see Maeve Lane’s facial expressions clearly.

"Whether it’s you being troubled by someone, or having to write a reflection after fighting, since it’s all because of me, I should compensate you in some way," Julian Fairchild replied calmly, "So, keep it well."

Maeve Lane raised her eyebrows. She initially thought of buying it from Julian Fairchild, but hearing him say this, she couldn’t refuse. To be honest, it was the first time she had seen peach blossoms as intense as Julian Fairchild’s...

Julian Fairchild gave the gift, and Maeve Lane didn’t refuse, feeling quite happy.

He turned and said, "Now shall we..."

"Henry Hughes?" Maeve Lane glanced sideways to look at the man standing nearby, not sure how long Henry Hughes had been standing at this corner.

Julian Fairchild, hearing these three words from ahead, immediately felt his mood worsen.

Why is it him again?

This time, the old alley once again welcomed these three familiar yet unfamiliar people.

But compared to a few months ago, the relationships among the three had dramatically changed.

Maybe from that first meeting, the fates of these three started to intertwine.

Henry Hughes looked at the two, his eyes dark.

In the past, Maeve Lane chased Julian Fairchild; now, Julian Fairchild is chasing Maeve Lane. They seem so well matched, but no matter how things change, he remains the outsider.

However, he didn’t show it on his face.

Since things have progressed to this point, further hesitation and wavering are useless.

Now, he’s merely Maeve Lane’s friend.

As a friend, even if he’s jealous, he has to hide it and keep it to himself.

He walked over to Maeve Lane, pretending not to notice the indescribable tension between Julian Fairchild and Maeve Lane, "Good morning."

Maeve Lane smiled, "Morning."

Seeing Maeve Lane and the familiar scene, Henry Hughes thought of the first day he met Maeve Lane.

It was also here that she, with a flower-like smile, asked Julian Fairchild if he wanted to date her.

Thinking back now, that stunning sight back then also harbored a bit of jealousy.

He had never been jealous of anyone since he was a child, but just that once, he felt envy, even jealousy toward Julian Fairchild.

The moment Maeve Lane saw them for the first time, her eyes only had Julian Fairchild in them.

Such a breathtaking beauty, why hadn’t he realized his feelings sooner?

In a ghostly manner, Henry Hughes blurted, "You look really pretty today."

Kind of made up for the regret of that fleeting glance from before.

Julian Fairchild chuckled from his throat. He didn’t know Henry Hughes was the type to speak sweet words.

Maeve Lane raised her smile slightly, glanced at Henry Hughes, and said, "You’re quite handsome too."

The man left to one side glanced up and down at Henry Hughes like a blade.

Henry Hughes was wearing a pink shirt today, his hair also meticulously styled, as if he came prepared.

Yet Maeve Lane complimented Henry Hughes on his looks.

Tsk... really...

A bit annoying.

She hadn’t even said he was handsome before.

Julian Fairchild impatiently leaned against the wall, the clouds on his brow growing heavier. Maeve Lane looked at him and said, "Since Henry Hughes is here, let’s all go for a meal."

The darkness in the man’s eyes was unfathomable.

At the dining table, the three of them sat together again.

Henry Hughes casually chatted with Maeve Lane, completely ignoring Julian Fairchild.

Julian Fairchild only talked with Maeve Lane, occasionally serving her dishes.

Maeve Lane was caught in the middle, at one moment called over by Henry Hughes to talk, another persuaded by Julian Fairchild to eat.

This peculiar atmosphere lasted for a whole twenty minutes.

Yet Maeve Lane didn’t sense the overt and covert struggles between the two.

If she had been a bit more attentive, she might have noticed how when Julian Fairchild smiled, Henry Hughes’s face turned somber, and when Henry Hughes smiled, Julian Fairchild’s expression darkened like never before.

It was finally Maeve Lane’s phone call that broke this facade of calm.

After she finished the call, she said to the two, "I’m heading off first."

Julian Fairchild slowly stood up as well, "I’m leaving too."

Henry Hughes didn’t follow this time.

Watching Julian Fairchild’s determined back as he walked towards Maeve Lane, his gaze was complicated.

He wondered if Julian Fairchild had also gone through this stage.

A fear that Maeve Lane would become like a stranger and never look at him again.

While trying hard to be her friend, he couldn’t help but desire more.

But regardless of the past, now Julian Fairchild has genuinely walked out of the predicament.

Maeve Lane seemed to tacitly agree that Julian Fairchild could appear by her side.

Knowing full well that he liked her.

Now, the one stuck in a deadlock unable to escape is him.

Wanting to be her lover would only push Maeve Lane further away.

Trying to be her friend, he couldn’t convince himself to give up.

Henry Hughes even had a ridiculous thought of going to Julian Fairchild for "advice."

He wanted to know how Julian Fairchild did it.

But, without thinking, Julian Fairchild definitely wouldn’t tell him what happened.

...

It turns out.

Maeve Lane does like pink things.

Before returning to school, Julian Fairchild unprecedentedly visited a high-end mall.

Recalling Maeve Lane’s compliment to Henry Hughes, he instantly thought of yesterday’s strategy.

So as he walked, he ended up here.

Miles Hughes had everything arranged.

This place was a high-end mall owned by the Fairchild Family, and also the closest to Aurelia University.

Although he didn’t know why the young master asked him to gather all... um, handsome pink shirts.

Nevertheless, Miles Hughes complied.

Every time he met the young master, the risk of exposing the young master’s capabilities increased, so Miles Hughes treated this as a top priority, not daring to slack off.

Searching for pink clothes this time, and making a racing suit identical to the last, seemed very simple and ordinary, but Miles Hughes knew clearly that unless it was a special and important situation, a cautious person like the young master would never give the old mansion a chance to suspect.

So, when Julian Fairchild simply picked out seven pink shirts, Miles Hughes felt a bit baffled.

"Young master, what are you doing?"

Julian Fairchild frowned, "You think so too?"

Miles Hughes was a bit confused.

The man then seriously picked out a pair of pink pants, "They look better together, do you agree?"

Miles Hughes looked at the pink shirt and pants, feeling shocked, "No, I didn’t mean that. Young master, don’t you hate these girly colors?"

Julian Fairchild, with a natural look, changed into a set and said, "I quite like it now."

Miles Hughes: "..."

He remembered clearly that at three years old, the young master would replace the pink erasers his mother prepared with black ones.

Can such a deeply rooted preference change?

Julian Fairchild didn’t find it difficult to accept. If Maeve Lane could just compliment him once.

He could wear various pinks every day of the week.