Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud Chapter 110: The First Time Interested in Julian Fairchild’s

Maeve absent-mindedly followed Sarah Sutton, and as she thought about it, she felt a kind of lightness she hadn’t experienced in a long ti.

She didn’t think she had enough charm to make him always like her.

So, who could make Julian Fairchild reveal such an expression, Maeve wondered, her eyes black and white clear?

Once curiosity took hold, it rooted itself in Maeve’s heart.

For the first ti, she was interested in Julian Fairchild’s past.

Seeing Maeve silent, Sarah glanced back quickly at Julian Fairchild and Miles Hughes.

At that mont, Miles happened to look in their direction and caught the unexplainable look Sarah gave to his young master.

That kind of... indescribable look.

Miles: "?"

After confirming they had moved far enough away to not be overheard, Sarah worriedly asked, "Maeve, be honest with , did Julian just... you?"

Maeve raised an eyebrow, not understanding what she ant, "Which?"

Sarah bit her lip, reluctant to speak plainly, "That, you know?"

"Which?"

"Flirt!" Sarah blushed as she finally uttered the word, "Tell , did Julian Fairchild try anything with you just now?"

Maeve: "..."

Maeve showed a helpless smile, "No, we were just rehearsing a scene."

"Really?" Sarah looked at Maeve’s expression suspiciously, but couldn’t see anything.

"Really." Maeve said half-jokingly, "If I’d been flirted with, would I be this calm?"

Hearing this, Sarah finally breathed a sigh of relief, "That’s good. I realized halfway through I still had your room card, so I thought to bring it to you, but that Miles kept blocking . I wondered why he’d stop soone from watching how rehearsal is done, felt more and more uneasy, so I ca looking for you."

"You know, Miles may look like so pretty boy, but he’s surprisingly strong, luckily I’ve got so tricks up my sleeve." Sarah chuckled, "When I ca over, I saw you sitting on Julian Fairchild’s lap and was so shocked I almost thought I’d been transported into so fan fiction..."

Maeve had a faint smile on her lips and asked casually, "What’s fan fiction?"

Sarah froze, feeling like a child caught by an adult sneaking a book, coughed and tried to laugh it off, "Fan fiction is where fans take inspiration from soone to create stories expressing their admiration... that’s not important," she paused, then asked, "Didn’t you say you were rehearsing? How did it go?"

"...Not bad," Maeve still unsure how to explain, her eyes misty, "I think I understood so things, but not completely."

"Understood, but not completely, huh?" Sarah hooked her arm around Maeve’s and laughed, "That’s okay, these things are pretty mysterious, we’ll take our ti. Let’s find a place to eat, all this running around is making starve."

"Okay."

"Oh, let’s bring Nina Quinn along, she had sothing at school this afternoon, but she should be here now."

"Sure."

...

After Maeve, Sarah, and Nina had finished eating, Maeve took the elevator alone up to the twelfth floor.

No matter the ti, the twelfth floor was always brightly lit, as if waiting for its owner to return.

Whenever Julian Fairchild was in, Miles Hughes would be standing outside his door.

Now Miles was standing outside Julian Fairchild’s door.