Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 164 - 163: Having Dinner with Julian Fairchild

Miles was puzzled, unsure why Julian Fairchild had undergone such a change, but as a competent assistant, he still offered his opinion: "It’s better not to pair them together..."

But Julian Fairchild had already changed into an outfit.

A pink shirt paired with pink casual trousers, a combination that might seem odd, but didn’t look out of place on Julian Fairchild at all.

In fact, it made him look youthful and vibrant.

Usually, Julian Fairchild always appeared distant, giving a first impression of courtesy yet aloofness. But this outfit was full of approachability, more like a university student at the peak of his charm.

Miles smiled and sincerely said, "Actually, it’s not bad at all, young master. You look handsome in anything you wear."

Julian Fairchild usually didn’t care about these comments, but today, unusually, he asked, "Really?"

His tone was very calm, as if he was casually asking.

However, Miles understood that answering this question poorly might affect his year-end bonus.

"Yes! Young master, I’ve never seen a man who looks better in pink than you! It’s truly a waste that you haven’t tried this color over the years!"

Miles praised without reserve, and soon, a satisfied smile appeared on Julian Fairchild’s face. Although faint, it was indeed there.

"Good, expect a raise when you get back."

...

Today was the day to have a meal with Julian Fairchild.

To say these days, Julian Fairchild was seen almost every day,

After the class bell rang, Maeve Lane laid on the desk for a while before Meredith shouted, "Maeve, going to eat?"

"No, I’ve got an appointment later."

Meredith asked curiously, "With whom?"

Maeve lifted her head from her arm and said with a slight tilt of her eyes, "Look, that one at the door."

Following Maeve’s gaze, Meredith indeed saw Julian Fairchild standing at the doorway!

The man was handsome, leaning against the lecture hall door with his arms crossed, his well-defined fingers tapping lightly on his arm, appearing leisurely and relaxed.

Meredith quickly looked away after a glance; Julian Fairchild’s entrance was just like a male lead in a romantic drama, even the sunlight favored him, casting a faint halo around him, a bit unreal in its devilish charm.

To the extent that just one look would make the heart race.

That was Maeve Lane’s man! Meredith Monroe, get a grip!

She quickly found an excuse and slipped away!

Only Maeve could remain so calm in front of such a handsome guy...

Deep down, Meredith admired her!

After a day of classes, Maeve Lane was indeed somewhat tired; she buried her head back into her arms, murmuring slightly, "Are you hungry?"

Julian Fairchild could tell she was very sleepy, sitting down on a nearby chair, "I’m not hungry, you can take a nap first."

Hearing this, Maeve yawned and dozed off.

At this moment, Julian Fairchild noticed a small glass bottle about to fall from Maeve Lane’s shirt pocket.

The bottle had no label on it.

Julian Fairchild reached out, counting three seconds silently in his heart, and as expected, the precarious small glass bottle fell into his hand. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

His slender fingers turned it from side to side, carefully observing the colorful candy wrappers inside the transparent glass.

Under the light streaming in from the window, these candy wrappers sparkled in the man’s pale hand.

He furrowed his brow, recalling that during a club activity last time, Maeve Lane also tossed candies like these into her mouth—

[What’s wrong?]

[A bit low on blood sugar.]

Was her low blood sugar so severe that... she needed to carry these things around at all times?