Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 171 - 167: Julian Is Just as Stubborn as His Big Brother!
"I’m just outside, let me know if you feel unwell," Henry Hughes seemed not to hear what Maeve Lane said and repeated himself.
The girl on the bed remained silent for a while, then lifted the covers and got out of bed, saying softly, "Let’s talk."
Instead of making him guess blindly, it would be better to give him a reason he could accept.
"Your health..."
"No problem." Maeve Lane walked to the door and closed it, saying, "So you stop thinking about it."
Henry Hughes’ outstretched hand turned into a fist, "Fine."
"The onset was probably a few months ago," Maeve started to speak with some vagueness, "It’s no big deal, just a case of a broken heart, couldn’t think straight for a bit."
She made it sound casual, but Henry knew the person she was talking about must have had a significant impact on her.
Surprisingly, he even felt a little jealous.
Maeve Lane was indifferent to everyone, yet someone could influence her emotions so strongly.
If he came back, not to mention himself, even Julian Fairchild probably wouldn’t compare in Maeve’s heart.
Henry Hughes didn’t speak, so Maeve continued, "The treatment is mostly done, this time was just an unexpected situation, taking some medicine is enough, but I forgot to bring the medicine today, so it looked a bit scary."
"You don’t have to worry that much either."
Henry Hughes was silent for about a minute, and after a long while, he said, "Then what did the doctor say, what other treatment methods are there?"
"This..." Maeve Lane thought for a second and didn’t lie to him, "To put it simply, I used to have a little androphobia, seeing men would make me nauseous..."
Seeing Henry Hughes’ stunned look, she smiled, "Unbelievable, isn’t it?"
"Why still date so many boyfriends then?" Maeve said, "Just like when I was little, I didn’t like carrots, no matter how well they were cooked I wouldn’t look at them, then once my mom made me eat carrots for three whole days, it finally cured my picky eating problem."
"Initially, just a glance would make me feel nauseous, even if I tried to pick pleasing ones, my body’s instincts couldn’t cheat myself." Maeve sat in the chair, propping her chin with one hand, "But it slowly had some effect, at least now I can normally interact with boys."
She spoke lightly, but Henry Hughes could feel a hint of sadness from it.
"Who was that man?"
Maeve’s gaze shifted slightly, "Even if I told you, you wouldn’t know."
Henry Hughes asked, "Do you still like him?"
"How could I?" Maeve smiled, "I was naive back then, I wouldn’t make such a mistake now."
"Besides, you probably heard just now, at first, dating boys was indeed to treat my condition, but later it became completely..." She thought for a bit, a bit cheeky, "This feeling is actually nice, having a handsome guy around is pleasing to the eye."
"So that’s why you frequently date different people?"
"Pretty much." Maeve lowered her eyebrows, her chin small and fair, "Sounds a bit childish, right? So now I don’t plan to play this game anymore."
"Have you ever thought about seriously falling in love with someone again?"
Henry Hughes took a step closer, looking at her dark hair, "You didn’t make it clear just now, the doctor’s words might also mean what I do, right?"
Maeve blinked, relaxed and lazy.
"If I can help you get out of it, wouldn’t that be better?"
"How can you help me?"
"Date me, I’ll help you like someone again." Henry Hughes looked at her, for the second time frankly expressing his feelings in front of Maeve, "Isn’t this more effective than frequently changing boyfriends?"
Maeve now understood what self-inflicted suffering means.
From the start, she shouldn’t have provoked Julian Fairchild and Henry Hughes, then everyone would be fine.
Now these two, treating her like something to compete over.
Without a proper conversation, it already started developing in strange directions.
"No need." Maeve felt her patience was running out.
Maybe she just didn’t have a heart. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
Someone like her shouldn’t get involved with feelings.
Henry Hughes noticed Maeve’s slight impatience, but he truly wanted to help her get out of it.
He could promise never to let Maeve down.
But if it were any other man... he didn’t want to gamble.
After gambling once with Julian Fairchild, he understood that betting is most taboo in relationships.
Every seemingly calm choice means giving up another possible life.
Each meeting, you don’t know if it will be the last time.
Everyone is in a rush on this journey of life, only the ones who love you are willing to stop for you, waiting for you to catch up to their pace.
