Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 175 - 168: The Man’s Face Darkens
Only Julian Fairchild knows Maeve Lane’s secret.
Julian hasn’t entered her heart yet, has he?
Maeve looked complicated as she put away the small glass bottle originally in her pocket, and now with the one Julian just gave her, there were two in her pocket.
As she withdrew her hand, there was a crisp clinking sound in his pocket.
This crisp sound seemed to ring an alarm bell in Maeve’s heart.
She even started thinking about why she deserved anything.
To make someone like Julian go this far for her.
With this thought, Maeve’s forehead began to sweat.
After yesterday, Henry Hughes quickly researched a lot of clinical reactions during depression episodes and a series of knowledge.
Now looking at Maeve’s situation, it seems something is not quite right.
His gaze was fixed on her, ready to catch her at any moment.
Maeve steadied her body, but inside she couldn’t control some very dark thoughts from emerging.
Many things flashed through her mind like fleeting scenes.
[What’s going on!]
[Dad, don’t come in!]
By her side was Sylvia’s sobbing, along with a big group of people exclaiming in shock.
[Is this Maeve?! Is this the Lane Family’s young lady?! Consorting with disreputable men when her fiancé sent people over!]
[Absolutely disgraceful, I thought she was outstanding enough for Old Master Fairchild to approve as a granddaughter-in-law, didn’t expect her to be a seductress, already learned how to lure men right after graduating high school.]
[Little wench! Get up!]
Someone slapped her across the face.
Maeve saw herself back then, confused and at a loss, staring blankly at herself, not even feeling the pain on her face from the slap.
The next second, it was her father throwing all her belongings out the door, while her mother pleaded with her in the rainy night.
She didn’t know whether it was tears or rainwater mixed on her face.
Only felt very cold.
Like being in the depths of winter.
Even her mother’s embrace couldn’t warm her.
A few flashes of memory, connected to the man who was found out, made her nauseous.
...
But someone like Julian...
Someone like him, akin to a deity, how could he be pulled down from his pedestal by someone as... wretched as her?
Someone like him should have a better girl to love him.
Like a warm sun.
While she was the cold moon of winter, taken down only to turn icy.
Like a thorned rose about to be crushed into the mud.
"Julian Fairchild, we have other matters, let’s talk tomorrow," Henry Hughes spoke at the right time, "Maeve, let’s go."
Maeve’s emotions were somewhat unstable, her face still calm, speaking softly: "Alright."
Julian held her, "Want to go somewhere, I’ll go with you?"
Henry Hughes pushed Julian’s hand away, clearly Maeve’s emotions were unstable right now, all triggered by just those few words spoken with Julian, and being with him would only worsen Maeve’s emotional state.
If they didn’t leave now, Julian might notice something was off.
Henry Hughes felt Maeve wouldn’t want Julian to see.
Julian’s face darkened, "Henry Hughes, what do you mean?"
Henry Hughes spoke calmly, "I said we have things to do, can’t you just leave for now?"
His voice was automatically ignored by Julian, "Maeve, I want you to say... really don’t want me to go with you?"
Maeve still lost in her emotions, "No need."
Julian slowly clenched his fist.
Henry Hughes said, "Only believe her words, then you’ll give up?"
The man’s gaze cold enough to kill.
"This isn’t your business, Henry Hughes."
Julian’s tightly drawn brow concealed a looming ferocity, "I advise you to mind your own business."
Henry Hughes was also unyielding, "Same goes for you."
Maeve gave Julian a long look, said nothing, and turned away.
No need to expose herself like this to him.
If Julian knew about her illness, it wouldn’t be as easy to fool him as Henry Hughes.
If Julian found out about the things happening to her, what kind of eyes would he look at her with...
Maeve’s gaze dimmed.
Any kind of gaze was possible, even like others full of disgust.
Julian stood for several seconds after Maeve left before he took a step.
On the way to class, he also heard a lot of rumors.
"Now I’m really confused, is Maeve with Julian Fairchild, or with Henry Hughes?"
"What happened? What did you see?"
"Just now I saw Maeve and Henry Hughes leave together, leaving Julian alone, his face looked like he’d just been dumped." 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞
"I saw it too, and I heard yesterday that Maeve and Henry Hughes were hugging in public, he even carried Maeve out of the school gate."
"I saw it yesterday as well, at first I thought the girl Henry Hughes was holding was someone else, since Maeve was recently filmed kissing Julian under the dorm building, how come she’s now entangled with Henry Hughes so quickly?"
"She’s got one foot in each camp, huh."
"What’s happening today? Did Maeve choose between Julian and Henry Hughes?"
"..."
Julian was uneasy for several days.
The suspicions in his heart turned into reality.
Maeve now seemed almost inseparable from Henry Hughes every day.
His calls and messages to her went unanswered.
Waiting for her in the dorms, always ended up meeting Henry Hughes.
So, they fought frequently these days, seemingly the only way to vent their anxiety and chaos.
These days, Maeve was even more elusive.
At this point, Julian understood, Maeve was avoiding him.
If she truly wanted to hide, he wouldn’t be able to find her.
And the one always by Maeve’s side, even shared his dorm.
Julian emanated coldness, the surrounding temperature seemed to drop suddenly to freezing, "What they said is true?"
Henry Hughes acted ignorant, "What?"
"Maeve... did she choose to be with you?"
