Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 192 - 175: His Video Call_3

[Looks good.]

Maeve: "..."

Before she could even send her message, some guy had already taken advantage, making her a bit annoyed, so she typed faster.

[Can you focus on the main point, Julian Fairchild? Look at the mess you made.]

She deliberately marked the bruise on her calf with a red pen.

[If it wasn’t for my roommate reminding me, I wouldn’t have noticed.]

And Julian Fairchild quickly received her message.

[If it wasn’t for my roommate reminding me, I wouldn’t have noticed.]

The picture the girl sent was obviously taken casually, but her skin was still dazzlingly fair.

On her fine white calf, akin to jade, there was a faint bruise, with some places even slightly scraped.

He almost instantly thought of last night’s fervent entanglement.

[Can’t you be a bit more gentle?]

Maeve hadn’t noticed the scrape while showering just now, and accidentally got it wet. Now it hurt with just a light touch, so while applying medicine, she cursed Julian Fairchild once more in her heart.

[My bad, I’ll be more careful next time.]

Maeve: "..."

[Who said there’d be a next time with you? There won’t be a next time!]

Julian Fairchild chuckled and tapped a few keys.

Maeve was about to put her phone away and sleep when Julian Fairchild called via video.

She pouted but answered it anyway, "What?"

Julian Fairchild had just showered, with some damp strands over his forehead, looking quite alluring—

"Let me see, is it scraped open?"

The photo was blurry, yet he still noticed; his eyes were quite sharp.

Maeve wasn’t wearing headphones, so the sound was coming from the speaker.

Meredith, hearing his voice, felt a flutter in her heart and whispered, "Maeve, are you video-calling with Julian Fairchild?"

The girl nodded and then dug out her Bluetooth earphones to put on.

Meredith wanted to say it was okay, that they should just go ahead with their romantic chat, but Maeve didn’t give her the chance to speak.

Because she pointed the phone at her bruised spot for a moment, then just hung up the video.

Meredith commented regretfully, "Maeve, why didn’t you two chat a bit more, you should develop your feelings more!"

"Why are you so excited about us developing feelings?" Maeve touched her nose.

She’d just been fibbing to Meredith earlier, and if she found out, it’d be awkward, so she hung up first.

Meredith laughed, looking to the sky, "If you two end up together, I’ll be the godmother of your and Julian Fairchild’s kid, just thinking about it gets me so excited, so you two better lock it down, I’m definitely going to be the godmother!"

Maeve: "..."

"Maeve, you’re not going to back out, right? You said if there were kids, you’d let me be the godmother!" Meredith looked at her expectantly.

Maeve said, "I’m not planning to back out..."

Though, she never actually intended to have kids in the first place.

"Good that you’re not backing out, hahaha." Meredith wrapped herself in her blanket and happily rolled around twice.

A beautiful baby from Julian Fairchild and Maeve, calling her godmother.

Just the thought made her extremely excited.

Julian Fairchild, though hung up on, was in a great mood, his joy written all over his face.

He then called Miles Hughes.

Miles was still on Aurelia University’s forum, creating a thread of blessings for Julian Fairchild and Maeve, occasionally smiling with satisfaction.

When the phone rang, he swiped to answer, speaking respectfully, "Young Master."

"Go find the best medicine for swelling and bruises," Julian Fairchild said with a warm tone from the other end, "Bring it to me by tomorrow morning."

Miles nodded in acknowledgment.

Julian Fairchild added, "Bring plenty."

"Yes."

...

Maeve, seeing no further movement from Julian Fairchild’s side, was about to go to sleep.

Just as she was about to turn off her phone, she saw a message from Julian Fairchild pop up on WeChat.

[Does it still hurt?]

Maeve had already applied medicine; if she was careful, it only occasionally stung a little.

It wasn’t very painful, but quite bothersome.

[No, not anymore, let’s sleep.]

Julian Fairchild quickly replied: [Are you still mad?]

And he included an emoji.

A cute puppy lay on the table, big eyes looking eagerly at her.

Maeve smiled and typed back, [Not mad, where did you get that emoji from?]

[The system recommended it, don’t you like it?]

[Not at all, I think it’s quite cute.]

[Hmm]

The chat box showed "The other person is typing..."

Maeve waited for a moment, seeing that Julian Fairchild still wanted to say something.

He then sent:

[So, is there going to be a next time?]

After a second—

[puppy eyes.jpg]

Maeve: "..."