Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud Chapter 183 - 170: Julian Fairchild, Why Didn’t You Come Loo

If she doesn’t like him, then why is she with Henry Hughes?

He lowered his eyes and then heard Maeve Lane’s phone ring.

He originally didn’t want to pay attention to it, but Maeve irritably grabbed his hand to cover her ears.

Julian Fairchild saw this and picked up Maeve’s phone, which displayed —

Henry Hughes’ call.

A trace of coldness flashed in his eyes as he pressed the answer key:

"Maeve, you finally answered the phone."

Julian did not speak.

Henry, perhaps accustod to Maeve’s indifference, asked worriedly, "We agreed to have a late-night snack, but you disappeared. Your roommate said you didn’t return to the dorm. Where are you now?"

Late-night snack.

Just breakfast, lunch, and dinner weren’t enough for these two to always be together? Now they need a late-night snack together too?

Julian thought of the forum where it was said Henry and Maeve were in their honeymoon period, deeply in love.

He felt even worse and was ready to speak in a deep voice.

"Or is it... you’re purposely avoiding ?" Henry’s voice was deeply despondent, "Only a few days left, and you can’t stand ?"

Julian’s eyes flashed slightly, and just then, Maeve leaned over and kissed his lips.

Henry continued speaking: "I’ve thought it through. Since you... don’t feel anything for , let’s just be friends again."

Considerate of you.

Julian was about to speak but Maeve took the opportunity.

She boldly kissed him more fervently.

Julian was stirred up by her actions, feeling a bit angry inside.

Does she act like this every ti she drinks?

Would she eagerly kiss soone else like this too?

With suppressed anger, Julian embraced her, responding to her kiss, and put the phone aside.

Henry was still talking.

He realized that feelings can’t be forced, especially with Maeve, or it would only drive her further away.

His voice carried a hint of resignation, suddenly feeling that maybe Julian and Maeve being together wasn’t so bad.

Even though he was a rival, he had to admit that Julian was far superior to him.

Henry naturally wished he was the one to walk with Maeve until the end, but seeing her attitude, it seed unlikely now.

If soone were to accompany Maeve to the end, then Julian would undoubtedly be the best choice.

Or to put it another way, if that person was Julian, he felt reassured entrusting the only girl he had ever liked over the years to soone else.

Henry spoke again, "I don’t know if you’re listening, but I still want to say..."

"Julian is serious, and if you still have feelings for him, you can give it a try with him." Henry forced himself to say these words, which were nowhere near as carefree as he imagined, and he gave a bitter laugh, continuing, "Last ti, I lied and said I was with you, that’s probably why he held back from looking for you."

It wasn’t until the mont of letting go that Henry noticed those details he’d never paid attention to before.

Like, Maeve would occasionally check Julian’s ssages.

Even though he hadn’t sent her any for the past month.

Maeve still habitually checked their chat history.

Like, Maeve’s eyes showed slight emotions only when she heard news about Julian.

...Perhaps this is what it feels like to be oblivious to the obvious.

Henry sighed lightly.

"Did you damn well deceive !?"

A terrifying and icy voice ca from the other side!

Henry’s hand shook, nearly dropping the phone, "Julian?"

A fierce fire burned in Julian’s eyes, if Henry were here, the two might have fought again!

When he first heard Henry praising him in front of Maeve, he was reminded of their past brotherly bond, but as soon as the conversation turned to this topic, Julian’s long-repressed emotions finally erupted.

Julian spoke in a calm, harsh voice, "Henry Hughes..."

Maeve interrupted him aggrievedly, "Julian!"

The words that the man was about to say once again fell silent.

Hearing Maeve’s voice, Henry’s gaze darkened.

He pressed the hang-up button.

Julian looked at Maeve’s watery eyes, her beautiful eyes showing so grievance, "Why aren’t you holding anymore?"

His attention was caught by the way Maeve called his na, "You know who I am?"

"I know, you’re Julian..." Maeve, reeking of alcohol as if she had soaked in a vat of it all night, spoke with intoxicated words, saying aggrievedly, "Why didn’t you co to find ?"

Julian’s heart trembled, his voice hoarse, "You want to co find you?"

Maeve didn’t speak, even in her drunkenness, she remained a bit shy, only holding his face and giving him a peck.

This was her answer.

Julian pulled the girl into his arms, holding her even closer.

Maeve leaned against his chest, hearing the strong rhythm of his heartbeat.

"...Almost got tricked by you."

When he said this, his chest slightly vibrated, his eyes filled with the joy of having regained sothing lost.

Maeve propped herself up to kiss him.

The man’s eyes darkened, letting her do as she pleased, his hand on her waist subtly tightening.

Although he knew this was sowhat taking advantage of the situation, but—

Julian gave her a light kiss, gently coaxing, "Do you want to be with ?"

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