Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 168 - 166: Julian Fairchild Is Right By Her Side
"Exactly, Maeve, if you came earlier, Julian would have gone wild!"
"Hahaha, what’s with the underground romance? Everyone knows it!"
Maeve Lane: "..." I think you don’t know.
Julian Fairchild saw Maeve’s aggrieved expression, a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes. He walked over and said, "Came to watch me play?"
"Yeah." Maeve said frankly, "I had fewer classes and nothing much to do, so I thought I’d just come and watch."
For a moment, Julian couldn’t quite discern what Maeve was thinking.
But still, after that incident, it was her first time coming to find him voluntarily, which for Julian was undoubtedly a pleasant surprise.
So, the man happily took a sip of water and said to the others beside him, "Let’s play another game then."
"Alright!"
"Hahaha, take it easy, don’t play too hard and give Julian a hard time in front of Maeve!"
"You better watch your words, otherwise Julian will beat you so hard you won’t know which way is north, hahaha!"
Maeve raised an eyebrow slightly, sitting on the sidelines watching them play basketball.
Julian played the game decisively and mercilessly, effortlessly scoring three-pointers. By the end, the key players on the basketball team were questioning life.
"Whoa, Julian, do you have to be so ruthless? Is an apology not enough?"
"You guys are okay. I haven’t even touched the ball!"
"Seems like this is a performance match for Maeve, and we’re just the supporting cast!"
"Just a couple’s amusement, you wouldn’t understand!"
Maeve: "..."
Actually, most of the people here were older than Maeve, but for the sake of ease, everyone tacitly began to call her Maeve, which coincidentally matched well with Julian!
No one expected that among so many beauties aiming to capture Julian’s heart, the final winner would be a freshman who had just entered Aurelia University.
However, in every aspect, Maeve’s conditions were indeed much better than those crazy suitors of Julian.
No wonder even a hero would falter in front of a beauty.
Halfway through the game, Julian’s phone rang. He gestured for a pause to answer it.
A stern and commanding voice came from the other end, "Come out, I’m at the school gate."
He instantly knew who it was.
Julian glanced at Maeve sitting on the sidelines, ended the call, his eyes deep as the sea.
Even if he didn’t go out, he would likely come in; it’s obviously not a good time to let Maeve and his grandfather meet now.
The sunlight in front of Maeve was blocked by a tall figure.
"I have something to do today, might need to leave early." Julian lowered his head, lashes thick, "Don’t wait for me."
The girl propped her chin, not even giving him a glance, her tone nonchalant, "Who said I was waiting for you? I’m just passing through, leaving in a bit."
Hearing this, Julian couldn’t help but chuckle, "Maeve, are you mad?"
Maeve was momentarily stunned, instinctively retorted, "I am not..." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
"Alright, got it." Julian felt his mood lift a little, "Then wait for me to have lunch with you."
"Be good."
Though there was no expression on the girl’s face, her slightly reddened earlobe betrayed her, "Who wants to wait for you to eat?"
"I, I’m waiting for you to eat with me." If it weren’t for the inappropriate setting, he would have wanted to hug Maeve.
But if he truly did that, Maeve might very well turn hostile.
He couldn’t bear Maeve’s cold gaze on him.
But the Maeve in his memory was always like this, so... she probably doesn’t realize how endearing she is now.
Clearly wanting to look, but turning her gaze away when he turned back, pretending to look at someone else.
Made him think Maeve was interested in his teammate, making his moves harsher.
But later, when Maeve couldn’t avoid eye contact and directly matched his gaze, Julian finally saw the flutter in her eyes.
That flutter for him.
This realization made him feel like he was floating, walking on clouds, somewhat unreal.
Nothing made him happier than discovering Maeve had started to like him.
But it’s obvious Maeve hasn’t realized this yet.
But he wasn’t in a rush; he and Maeve had plenty of time to take things slowly.
...
After Julian left, the equally heated game suddenly seemed flavorless to Maeve.
She frowned and was about to leave, but was called from behind after just a few steps.
"Maeve Lane."
She turned back, slowly lifted her gaze, with a slight smile, "Henry Hughes?"
"Yeah." Henry naturally walked over and stood beside Maeve, "Did you come to watch the game too?"
Maeve acknowledged with a sound, intending to say she didn’t feel like watching now, but suddenly a sharp pain pierced through her head.
Her heartbeat quickened, and she suddenly saw multiple images of Henry overlapping in front of her.
