Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud Chapter 153: Do You Really Want Me to Let Go?

Julian Fairchild turned a deaf ear, staring only at the side of Maeve Lane’s face, his grip tightening, "Do you really—"

His gaze was filled with pain, "Want to let go?"

The sound of his voice was heartbreaking to anyone who heard it.

The once mighty figure at Aurelia University, revered like a deity, Julian Fairchild, now stood humbled before the girl he liked.

He had finally been pulled down from his pedestal by the university’s brightest rose.

The cold composure in his typically indifferent eyes was now colored with intense love and the pain of unrequited affection.

Yet this compromise was useless to Maeve Lane.

The basketball court went silent.

Those who had been cheering for Henry Hughes fell quiet.

Seeing this scene, the crowd felt a rush of warmth to their eyes, and many who secretly admired Julian began to cry:

"Fairchild likes Maeve... he actually likes Maeve..."

"I kind of expected it; Fairchild’s expression earlier didn’t seem like he was here to give blessings. I can’t believe I was right..."

"Did Maeve choose Henry over Julian? I feel so bad for Fairchild. Such a proud person, yet he lowered his head and asked her not to leave, and she barely seems to care."

"If our earlier comnts offended Maeve, we can apologize... We just didn’t want her to treat Fairchild like her ex-boyfriend. He’s been my unrequited love throughout college..."

"I just wanted soone better standing by Fairchild’s side..."

The girl who said this choked up, unable to continue speaking, her sadness affecting many around her. So even approached Maeve to say, "I’m sorry!"

It was beyond control.

A lot of girls with red, swollen eyes walked up to the three who were caught in a standoff.

First, they glanced at Julian, then lowered their heads to Maeve:

"Maeve, we were wrong before. Don’t bla Fairchild, we shouldn’t have gossiped behind your back."

"I’m sorry, Maeve. I was acting out of jealousy. Fairchild likes you so much, please reconsider..."

"I’m sorry, Maeve. Don’t bla Fairchild, he knew nothing about it. If any comnts from us hurt you, I promise I’ll stop them if they happen again..."

"Maeve, please choose Julian... I can’t stand seeing him so upset..."

Maeve was slightly startled; since entering Aurelia University, she had few female friends, and it was her first ti having so many girls take the initiative to talk to her.

Julian seed to still be imrsed in the finality of Maeve’s decision, not sparing even a glance for anyone else.

If Maeve chose Henry Hughes.

Must he honor their agreent and never appear before Maeve again...

How could that be.

After all, it was... she who entered his world first.

He thought a week was short, but he forgot that if Maeve liked Henry, she only needed a word to be with him.

The girl’s voice rang out again, this ti sowhat impatient, "Julian Fairchild."

He looked down at her, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. Since when did he, Julian Fairchild, beco soone who clung so stubbornly?

Only because the other person was Maeve Lane.

A profound sense of helplessness filled his heart.

Julian closed his eyes, but before he could make a move, Maeve had already broken free of his hand.

The girls who apologized saw her heading towards Henry, a chill spreading in their hearts, their concerned eyes falling on Julian.

He lowered his eyes, his entire presence emitting a heavy aura.

Henry, anxious because of the sudden situation, was filled with warmth when he saw Maeve walking towards him, holding the roses he gave her.

He extended his hand to Maeve.

As long as Maeve put her hand in his.

He could pull her into his embrace.