Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 194 - 176: Fairchild’s Gift_2

Somehow, the conversation turned to the topic of clothing.

She finally had the chance to ask about something that had puzzled her for a long time.

[Julian Fairchild, do you really like pink?]

Julian Fairchild saw the message and paused for a moment.

[Mm]

Maeve Lane was quite surprised.

[I thought you guys didn’t really like that color.]

—"You guys."

Julian Fairchild instantly conjured up a mental image of a bunch of Maeve Lane’s ex-boyfriends, and his expression darkened a bit.

[I like it.]

[Oh...] Maeve Lane edited, [That’s quite... a unique preference.]

[Don’t you like it too?]

Maeve Lane was taken aback for a second and replied:

[No, I prefer gray, black, and white.]

Julian Fairchild: [...]

He felt like he’d been deceived. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

[You never liked pink?]

Maeve Lane didn’t hesitate for even a second.

[No.]

Julian Fairchild: [...]

He didn’t reply. With a scowl, he got out of bed and stuffed all his shirts in that color into a suitcase.

Maeve Lane occasionally glanced at the computer and her phone, and after about five minutes, Julian Fairchild sent another message.

This time it was a voice message.

She had her headphones on, so she pressed play directly.

The man’s deep, magnetic voice sounded in her ear, seemingly resonating straight to her heart with the current’s tremor.

[What have you given them?]

Maeve Lane didn’t understand, so she sent him a question mark.

[Ex-boyfriends.]

This voice carried a bit of annoyance, clearly showing that Julian Fairchild was in a bad mood when he said this.

Maeve Lane replied: [Whatever they liked, I gave them.]

Julian Fairchild seemed even more upset and sent a ten-second voice message.

There was no sound for the first few seconds, then after two or three seconds, he said slightly through gritted teeth:

[What about me?]

Maeve Lane was stunned for a second, realizing that Julian Fairchild was jealous.

To be honest, she hadn’t quite seen herself as Julian Fairchild’s girlfriend yet.

In other words, she wasn’t conscious of it yet.

Maeve Lane thought about the things she did in past relationships, and exchanging gifts was normal.

[Then I’ll give you what you like too.]

But at that time, it was more about overcoming the barrier in her heart.

So she frequently interacted with men.

Now, although it’s not necessary, however...

Maeve Lane thought for a while and realized she couldn’t find a suitable reason to give a gift.

But after hearing Julian Fairchild’s slightly jealous words, her first reaction was to comfort him, wanting to give him a gift.

If it were anyone else, Maeve Lane felt she wouldn’t have the patience to coax them—she always liked those who were obedient.

...

The gloom between Julian Fairchild’s brows finally faded a bit.

[Mm]

She said so, but didn’t ask what he liked.

So, she must know...

Know what he likes.

Julian Fairchild’s mood felt like a roller coaster, swinging up and down, but with this realization, his brow relaxed again.

After chatting with Maeve Lane for a while and saying goodnight to each other.

Julian Fairchild reopened the guide someone in the student council had given him.

But he still opened the computer, opened it in WORD, clicked into that document, and it was filled with red comments like a revised thesis.

For example, Maeve Lane’s type preferences.

Maeve Lane’s favorite food.

Maeve Lane’s favorite teacher.

...

In the end, he even attached a targeted feasibility report.

The rigorous writing couldn’t help but make one sigh that he truly is an excellent top student of Aurelia University’s elite program.

If Maeve Lane were here, she’d definitely "praise" him with a "show-off".

Julian Fairchild furrowed his brow, changed one of the entries, and then typed in "black, white, and gray".

And opened Miles Hughes’ WeChat.

[Prepare a few sets of clothing in every style in black, white, and gray.]

Miles Hughes replied: [Okay.]

[And there’s no need to send those pink clothes, when you come tomorrow, take these clothes back and dispose of them.]

Miles Hughes was puzzled, wondering how in just a few days, the young master’s aesthetic tastes had changed again.

[Okay, young master.]

Even though the young master would no longer wear these clothes, he wouldn’t give anyone else the chance to use his items.

So from when he was young, clothes the young master no longer wore were taken back for disposal.

Miles Hughes had done this many times, as the key family members of big families are generally raised alongside them from a young age, especially with the Fairchild Family, who had a lifesaving grace from the first president.

Back then, he also fought his way out of a terrifying elimination rate, which was undeniably fierce.

He wasn’t the best one; there were two or three others more outstanding and capable than him in the same batch.

But Miles Hughes was undoubtedly the luckiest one.