Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud Chapter 138: Then You’ll Hold My Waist

Maeve fell silent for a mont.

Then she pressed the back of her cold hand against Julian Fairchild’s forehead, sounding puzzled, "No fever, so why are you spouting nonsense?"

Nobody knew Julian Fairchild’s cleanliness obsession like she did.

Yet he naturally said with his deep, llow voice, "We’ve already kissed, what are you shy about?"

Nina Quinn’s eyes widened!

What is going on? The always untouchable Best Actor Fairchild, as sacred as an alpine flower, is speaking to Maeve in such an ambiguous tone!

Did she discover so secret...

Maeve was also taken aback.

In her mory, it seed she had said sothing similar.

She felt a bit dazed, Julian Fairchild’s profile appeared youthful and indifferent before her eyes.

Gradually, it overlapped with the him from long ago.

...

The weather had already turned cold.

Maeve still wore very little. Her body type was naturally cold-prone; even in the blazing heat of sumr, her skin felt cool. It was logical that this constitution should make her more sensitive to the cold in autumn and winter.

But she seed to have lost the sensation of fearing the cold.

The man’s words caught her off guard, yet it felt as if everything was predestined sohow.

She stopped walking, asking with interest, "Julian Fairchild, what did you say?"

Julian furrowed his brows, as if wondering why he said what he said, and the girl’s words took him by surprise as well.

His eyes carried a hint of confusion, and when Henry Hughes glanced over at him, he inexplicably repeated—

"I’d like to try too."

Henry Hughes’s lips curled into a sort of teasing smile, his hands behind his head, eyes on Maeve.

It was class break ti, and many people were wandering in the corridor.

Julian Fairchild was always in the spotlight, let alone Maeve Lane and Henry Hughes, who were the current talk of the school.

People around them, all with their own thoughts, snuck glances at the group.

Hearing Julian Fairchild’s words, many who were keeping tabs on the situation began to whisper:

"Gosh, what’s this? A love triangle?"

"Maeve Lane is really sothing, snagging two heartthrobs at once, how lucky could she be?"

"Aren’t you speaking too soon? Fairchild just wants to hang out with Henry Hughes. If he liked Maeve, he would have agreed long ago, why else would he have made her chase for so long?"

"Exactly! If he liked her, he’d have agreed long ago. Why wait till now? So people are just too self-absorbed!"

"He definitely dislikes her, I’ve seen Julian Fairchild ignore Maeve countless tis, even telling her to get lost. Only soone as shaless as Maeve would keep sticking around. Fairchild must have no interest in her!"

Julian Fairchild and Henry Hughes had nurous admirers, most hoping to see Maeve embarrassed. Julian’s decisive rejections had indeed made Maeve face a Waterloo in relationships.

But many of Maeve’s admirers thought differently:

"Why is Maeve into Julian Fairchild, that cold face, I’m way more handso, when will she co to ss with ?!"

"Maeve really is a beauty, with that slim waist and fair skin, and she’s smart too, they say she topped her major in the first exams! Julian Fairchild sure doesn’t know what’s good for him!"

"I want her to ss with too. If Maeve agreed to be with , I’d propose to her right after graduation!!"

Maeve glanced at Julian, her lips half-smiling, she said, "Then let’s go, you hold my waist then."