Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud Chapter 152: Julian Fairchild Holds Her Waist!

Henry Hughes narrowed his eyes halfway, eting Julian Fairchild’s gaze in the air.

Maeve Lane had her back to him, wearing a moon-white T-shirt, with black hair cascading like a waterfall—cool and chic.

She heard the sound too, but didn’t turn around.

Henry Hughes looked at Julian Fairchild, his tone laced with undisguised hostility, "What are you doing here?"

This question left everyone present in a brief state of bewildernt—

"Wasn’t it Senior Henry Hughes who invited Senior Julian Fairchild here?"

"I don’t get it, why do I feel like Senior Henry Hughes isn’t too welcoming to Senior Julian Fairchild’s arrival?"

"It’s more than just not welcoming; I feel like Senior Henry Hughes’ eyes have changed. I’ve never seen him with such an expression before."

"Senior Julian Fairchild’s expression is strange too. I always feel like he’s... very sad."

"..."

Julian Fairchild stood firm behind Maeve Lane.

Maeve Lane finally turned around, the man was so close to her that she only had to lean back slightly to touch his chest.

Henry Hughes’s eyes revealed his irritation, "Julian..."

Suddenly, an uproar erupted in the center of the basketball court!

The handso man suddenly wrapped an arm around Maeve Lane’s waist, raised her chin, and kissed her!

The rose in Maeve Lane’s hand was snatched by him and thrown to the ground harshly.

Henry Hughes gritted his teeth, looking at Julian Fairchild with such hatred he could punch him the next second!

"Am I seeing things!"

"Julian Fairchild kissed Maeve Lane!!! Why? How could Senior Julian Fairchild like Maeve Lane!!"

"He ca for Maeve Lane!"

"Could it be that the last fight between Senior Julian Fairchild and Senior Henry Hughes was also because of Maeve Lane?!"

"I’ve lost in love... I really dislike Maeve Lane."

"Only Maeve Lane at Aurelia University could make Senior Julian Fairchild declare his claim like that in front of everyone..."

"He actually kissed Maeve Lane, and so dominantly pulled her over to kiss. Julian Fairchild must be jealous... I wasn’t envious when Henry Hughes confessed to Maeve Lane earlier, but now I truly am."

When Julian Fairchild kissed Maeve Lane, his lashes were tightly closed, he held her waist so firmly it was as if he might crush her.

In stark contrast, there was no ripple in Maeve Lane’s eyes.

She raised her eyes, like an emotionless porcelain doll, quietly watching Julian Fairchild, recovering the coldness in her gaze after the initial shock.

Julian Fairchild’s heart was beating so fast that Maeve Lane could feel it.

A surge of arrogance whizzed past Maeve Lane’s ear!

"...Cough." Julian Fairchild was forced back a step by this punch, and a fist mark quickly appeared on his handso face!

He licked his back teeth and a dangerous light burst from his eyes.

The ferocity in Henry Hughes’s eyes was not less than that of Julian Fairchild!

It seed the two were on the verge of a fight.

Yet Maeve Lane picked up the rose that had fallen to the ground.

The rose had fallen into the dust, but its beauty remained astonishing.

Julian Fairchild only felt a chill in his heart, like plunging into an ice cellar, his hands and feet sowhat cold.

"Do you like him that much?"

Maeve Lane looked at him briefly, walking towards Henry Hughes with the rose in hand.

Julian Fairchild watched her back, his eyes seed slightly red, "Maeve, co back."

Co to my side.

The girl’s steps did not pause because of his words.

He stepped forward, clenching her pale wrist, his voice seeming sowhat choked—

"Don’t be with him."

Maeve Lane lowered her eyes, looking at Julian Fairchild’s hand on her wrist.

He gripped tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

Maeve Lane said calmly: "Let go."

The man behind her made no movent, he tried to pull Maeve Lane back into his arms, but imdiately, her other hand was seized by Henry Hughes.

He gritted his teeth, "Julian Fairchild, don’t forget what we agreed on."