Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud Chapter 177 - 169: Easily Tempted by Her

Henry Hughes’s eyes deepened slightly, "What’s wrong?"

Maeve Lane frowned, the black shirt made her small face appear so pale it seed reflective, and by contrast, her lips were even more rosy, giving an impression of allure and indifference.

After a mont of silence, Maeve said, "You don’t need to stay with anymore."

Henry paused, slowly tightening his hand into a fist, trying to make his voice sound less tense, "Why?"

"No reason, I feel fine now." Maeve hastened her speech, "Thank you for the past few days."

"You don’t have to be polite with ." Henry looked at her, "Also, no need to rush away."

Maeve’s brows slightly moved, "I..."

She opened her mouth but said nothing.

She instinctively wanted to say, that’s not what I ant.

But in reality, that was exactly what she ant in her heart.

She truly didn’t want Henry Hughes to waste any more ti on her.

But saying it like that, would it co off as being pretentious?

Henry chuckled softly, his voice very light, "Does my affection make you feel troubled?"

Maeve remained silent.

Henry felt that he was now invulnerable, possibly because he’d been rejected so many tis by the girl in front of him, that when Maeve silently accepted this fact, his heart didn’t feel any pain.

Perhaps he was already numb.

Even though his family background could not compare with the Fairchild Family’s nobility through generations, it was also a well-known big family in Aurelia.

When did he ever have to put in so much effort and labor to pursue a girl?

Henry thought he was simply bringing suffering upon himself.

Yet, this suffering, he was willing to endure gladly.

Since Maeve wouldn’t offer him a way out, Henry found one for himself. His eyes flickered as he said, "Just a few days ago, it was who took you to the hospital. No sooner did I leave than you had to return."

"Maeve, your words really lack credibility."

Thinking of that day, the girl’s face also looked sowhat unpleasant, nearly... in front of Julian Fairchild...

Even though she left quickly, her emotions were still out of control for a long ti afterward.

In the end, it was Henry who took her back to the hospital again.

He stayed with her at the hospital the whole night.

Truth be told, Henry Hughes really helped her a lot, and for her to be in such a hurry to drive him away seed a bit of knowing no gratitude.

Seeing that Maeve still didn’t relent, constantly frowning, Henry, unable to resist her, said, "Then one and a half months."

Maeve asked, "What do you an?"

"I’ll stay by your side for another one and a half months. You should still listen to the doctor’s advice. If you lose control like last ti in public, and no one knows what’s causing it, and there’s a delay, what then... Once you stabilize, I’ll try not to appear in front of you."

Henry Hughes used all his strength to say the last sentence, feeling quite deflated, as if no matter what he did, Maeve would never fall in love with him because of it. In reality, he wasn’t wrong in his feeling.

Seeing as the ti wasn’t very long, Maeve then said, "Alright."

She was really not accustod to soone following her around all the ti, from class to after school.

It felt like being trapped.

He had finished many of his classes, so most of the ti, when Maeve was in class, Henry would also co.

Henry Hughes, standing at the side, smiled again, but this ti unlike his previously cheerful and sunny deanor, it carried a hint of loneliness.

Ti after ti trying to prove, ti after ti making the effort, ti after ti approaching her.

Each ti made him understand more clearly that Maeve truly had no feelings for him.

If there were any, it was only as a friend.

Since she was so unwilling to see him.

Then he would just silently care for her, but he also needed to teach Julian Fairchild a lesson.

The girl that Henry Hughes cherished on the tip of his heart, should anyone else want to take her away, would also need to pay a price.

Only then might he treasure her.

These forty-sothing days would be enough to ensure Julian rembers for a lifeti.

...

Julian Fairchild was already very familiar with Maeve Lane’s class schedule.

He rembered it after looking through it once.

He waited for the end of the class bell, waiting for Maeve to co out.

After waiting for about ten minutes, Maeve’s figure finally appeared from the hallway.

He saw Henry Hughes and her walking down together, talking and laughing.

From the third floor to the first floor.

He stood there, body slightly stiff, as if his heart was being gently sliced by a small knife, the fine and dense pain, along with the flow of blood, transmitted continuously all over his body.

Julian Fairchild, in a self-torturous manner, forced himself not to blink, each scene, each movent, was etched into his mind with his photographic mory.

Only when Maeve turned away did Julian turn around with a sense of hopelessness.

The sentence "I want you to say it directly, that you and Henry Hughes are together," seed so laughable to him the mont he saw Maeve.