Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 270 - 200: The Wishing Wood After Many Years
She truly wasn’t afraid!
Once Kylie Kendrick realized this, she immediately picked up the Wishing Wood from the ground and tried desperately to break it with her hands.
But it was too sturdy; no matter how hard she tried, the piece of Wishing Wood didn’t budge at all.
"Didn’t eat? That’s all the strength you’ve got?" Maeve Lane glanced at her casually, with a bit of mischief, "Or do you think I’m joking with you?"
"No, no, I really can’t break it." Kylie Kendrick cried anxiously, her hands rubbed raw, "Look, I really..."
"Looks to me like you’re not taking my words seriously at all." Maeve Lane flexed her wrist, frowning slightly.
Just as Maeve was about to make a move, Kylie Kendrick took two steps back,
"No, no! I..." A crisp sound rang out, and she paused, looking at the Wishing Wood in her hand split in two, almost crying with joy, "Look, Maeve, Maeve, I’ve broken it."
From the sudden exertion, Kylie Kendrick’s palms were red and battered, with bloody scratches exposed.
Maeve Lane’s gaze was utterly emotionless, "...Get lost."
Kylie Kendrick sniffed, hurriedly standing up from the ground.
Too terrifying!
In her over twenty years of life, she’d never been this scared.
Just now her eyes were like sharp swords, looking at people as if staring at a pile of dead objects.
Facing Maeve Lane just now, she almost stopped breathing!
Maeve Lane looked at Kylie Kendrick’s "panicked escape" and felt no ripple of emotion inside.
Over the years, she had already been reined in quite a bit.
Because staying by Julian Fairchild’s side, she couldn’t afford to cause trouble—if Sarah Sutton were here, she would definitely give a "heh" in response.
But some people just had to throw themselves at her fearlessly, afraid she wouldn’t teach them a lesson.
Now, even bolder, they could say, being a girlfriend is not the same as being married.
Letting this kind of side chick wannabe go, Maeve would truly feel frustrated.
Another piece of Wishing Wood appeared in front of Maeve Lane.
She looked along this Wishing Wood and met Julian Fairchild’s gaze.
He smiled, "Why did you come out? Luckily I glanced here when I walked out just now, otherwise I would’ve missed you."
Maeve Lane’s emotions finally began to stabilize after seeing Julian Fairchild, "I couldn’t find you just now, so I wandered here."
"Hmm." Julian Fairchild took her hand and placed the Wishing Wood she had just seen in her palm, "Look at this."
This piece of Wishing Wood seemed to differ greatly from the common ones available here.
The color was much lighter, looking somewhat aged.
Quite old.
Maeve Lane turned it over and saw on the front, written in calligraphy, her... and Julian Fairchild’s names.
She puzzledly frowned, "Why do these characters look like my handwriting... Did you mimic it?"
Julian Fairchild’s lips slightly curved, "It’s what you wrote."
Maeve Lane’s eyes slightly widened, carefully examining the item in her hand.
In a flash of inspiration, a blurred memory flickered by.
That year, when she and Julian Fairchild went to Palova, there was also such a Marriage Tree.
Back then, she was enthused and went to take a piece of Wishing Wood.
[Julian Fairchild, shall we each make a wish?]
[I don’t have any wishes.]
In the end, she hung her name alone.
Others sought marriage ties.
She sought solitude.
...
"Remembered?"
Maeve Lane glanced up and down at the quite aged Wishing Wood, her red lips slightly curved, "Hmm."
"At that time, you still believed in these things." Julian Fairchild teased, "You don’t believe anymore now?"
"I believe, but also don’t believe."
Maeve Lane caressed the area beside her name, right next to it, Julian’s name, "When did you add your name?"
The curve at Julian Fairchild’s mouth slightly restrained, after a few seconds of silence, he said, "After you broke up with me."
Maeve Lane was slightly taken aback.
"I don’t believe in these things." Julian Fairchild leaned against the tree, the scattered light and shadows falling in his eyes, alternating between light and dark, he said casually, "But at that time, I couldn’t understand why you wanted to break up with me."
"Day and night I contemplated, went over every possible reason; even a bit crazily thought that maybe because my name wasn’t on this Wishing Wood, that’s why we parted."
Maeve Lane’s heart tightened slightly, "Julian Fairchild..."
