Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 195 - 176: Fairchild’s Gift (Part 3)
Because when the young master initially picked his "sidekick," he immediately chose him out of the five people.
...
[Young Master, you can take a look at these two. Among their peers, they are the most outstanding, having passed our series of tests and are absolutely loyal.]
[No, I want this one.]
Young Miles Hughes looked a bit disheveled. He had gone through many rounds of assessments and almost didn’t get to see the distinguished Second Young Master Fairchild. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎
But he never thought that the Second Young Master would actually choose him.
[Young Master, do you want to reconsider? Morgan, this kid...]
[Am I choosing, or are you?]
Miles saw that although the Second Young Master was only a few years old and even younger than him, the intimidating aura he had while narrowing his eyes was already on par with the prestigious Fairchild Clansmen, which made his heart tremble with fear.
He didn’t know if being chosen by him was a blessing or a curse.
[Of course, Young Master, you choose... Then I shall report to the Family Head that you’ve chosen Morgan.]
The boy didn’t give that person another look and instead turned arrogantly, his voice steady with a hint of lingering displeasure.
[What are you staring at? Come with me.]
Young Miles nodded, quickly rubbing his face with his sleeve, trying to make himself appear cleaner... Just before meeting the Second Young Master, he had been teased and thrown into a muddy pit by those people.
Even though the butler had instructed to be washed clean and dressed in new clothes before meeting the Second Young Master, he could only come in a dirty state.
Thankfully, the Second Young Master chose him in the end.
This meant that from now on, he would be worlds apart from the other children in the manor.
After that brief moment of worry, Young Miles indeed spent some anxious days.
But luckily, although the Second Young Master had a temper that was unpredictable, he wouldn’t easily make things difficult for others.
He was extremely grateful that he had endured the pain that day and insisted on going to the old residence.
So in his heart, Miles always remembered Julian Fairchild’s kindness.
...
A few days later.
Julian Fairchild stood at the edge of the basketball court, bored, spinning a basketball, his gaze resting on the phone placed on the lawn.
There was a WeChat message displayed on it, sent by Maeve Lane.
[I sent you the gift you like... it should arrive around 11 am today, give me a location.]
Aurelia University is large, but external vehicles are allowed to pass through.
He directly gave the location of the basketball court.
[Are you sure you want to receive it here?]
[Yeah, why not?]
Wouldn’t it be a bit too flamboyant?
The place where Julian stood was the busiest basketball court at Aurelia University.
There were endless audiences watching the game, and many people from outside the school came here to play basketball or watch games.
Maeve furrowed her eyebrows slightly, then relaxed, "No problem, whatever is convenient for you."
[Okay.]
"Fairchild, are you playing or not? You’ve been standing there alone for a long time!"
"Come on, the weather’s perfect for a game, it’s not hot, it’s overcast."
"Aren’t you two observant? Haven’t you ever been in love? Didn’t you see Fairchild is glued to his phone?"
"Hahaha, I noticed it long ago but didn’t say a word, probably messaging Maeve."
"...Got fed more dog food here. I was a live spectator when Fairchild blew up on the forum, a fury for his muse. It was intense."
"I know, I really thought Maeve and Henry Hughes were together back then, feeling unfair for Fairchild, but it turned out to be just a rumor hahaha, glad I held my ground."
"Hahahaha, I didn’t get to say this last time, Fairchild, you and Maeve have to last forever. We all want to attend your wedding!"
Julian Fairchild chuckled, an authentic, heartfelt laugh, "All of you will be invited."
"Long live Fairchild!"
"Fairchild, what are you looking at? Is Maeve coming to watch you play?"
"Still calling her Maeve? Shouldn’t it be sister-in-law?"
The man was amused by the title, smiled, and said, "No, your sister-in-law sent me a little gift."
His voice wasn’t loud, but it was indeed a public display of affection in front of everyone.
"Well, we have to see what kind of gift it is. Something from sister-in-law shouldn’t be mediocre, hahaha."
"Delivered here... Maybe sister-in-law is wary of Fairchild’s admirers, sending it purposely to assert dominance?"
"Damn bro, I think you’ve hit the nail on the head."
"By the way, Fairchild, what’s the gift?"
Julian Fairchild smiled faintly, he did want Maeve to assert dominance, but that hadn’t even crossed her mind.
He slightly curved his lips, softly said, "It’s something I like."
Just as he finished speaking, another WeChat message came from Maeve:
[Um... are you sure you want to receive it at the basketball court? This item might be a bit hard to carry.]
Julian Fairchild stopped spinning the ball, brought the phone close to his lips with a bit of amusement and said, "It’s fine, since you sent it, no matter how tiring it is, I’ll take it back."
[...Alright.]
The few people who heard Julian’s words were completely puzzled.
After a while, a delivery person came over carrying a huge bouquet of pink flowers.
Those who just heard Julian’s words were stunned for a second.
"Is that flowers?"
"No, it’s not, you blind or what? It’s RMB made into a bouquet!"
"Damn, sister-in-law is quite the spender!"
Julian Fairchild noticed the instantly recognizable yellow uniform of the delivery service.
And the gigantic bouquet made of folded banknotes in his hands.
The man’s temple veins throbbed.
His phone pinged several times in succession.
The girl proudly claimed:
[I’ve sent you your favorite pink color.]
[I had them make the largest size.]
[Do you like it?]
Julian Fairchild: "..."
