Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud Chapter 53: Who’s Stronger, Julian Fairchild or Henry Hughes

For a mont, the basketball court echoed only with the sound of the ball hitting the ground.

Maeve Lane rested her delicate hand under her chin, openly watching Julian Fairchild.

Even though these freshn had already heard about so of Maeve Lane’s undefeated records, seeing it with their own eyes made them admit—

No wonder she always gets her guy.

Maeve Lane was truly beautiful, with every move naturally elegant. With such a great beauty staring at you eagerly, how could you not feel moved?

You could hardly find another person at Aurelia University as composed as Julian Fairchild.

Julian Fairchild was demonstrating a move, completing a beautiful pivot and shot in one fluid motion. His tall fra was filled with masculine energy, with strong, smooth facial lines and tightly pursed thin lips below his high nose bridge.

Drawing cheers from the freshn.

"Fairchild is just too handso!!"

"Did you see him shoot that three-pointer just now? It feels like my heart was struck!"

"He’s like the perfect lead in a campus romance novel! I’m glad I joined the basketball club, it’ll always be legendary!!"

The usually most enthusiastic Sophie Forrest was unusually silent. Those around her noticed her abnormal behavior and nudged her.

She flinched like a startled bird and instinctively glanced toward where Maeve Lane was seated!

"Sophie, what’s wrong? I was talking to you, and you ignored . Is Fairchild not handso?"

Sophie Forrest didn’t dare to look at Julian Fairchild now; yesterday’s Maeve Lane truly terrified her. She forced a smile and said, "Handso."

"It’s really a pity, you know? How co it’s Maeve Lane, that seductress..."

"Shut up!"

Sophie Forrest was shocked, "If you keep talking about Maeve Lane like that, we’re done!"

Baffled, the person reacted angrily, "Are you crazy? You spent all of yesterday cursing her, and now even a word is too much?"

"Who’s cursing? You must have heard wrong!" Sophie Forrest noticed that Maeve Lane glanced at her and quickly denied, "I’ve never said that about her, Fairchild and Maeve Lane are the perfect match!"

The people around looked at Sophie Forrest as if they had seen a ghost.

What kind of spell had Maeve Lane cast on her?

Had Sophie Forrest really switched sides so obediently overnight?

Maeve Lane had rely given a casual glance.

Honestly, she was sowhat face-blind, unable to distinguish which one was Sophie Forrest, nor did she know the na of the person who suddenly ca out to provoke her yesterday.

She watched Julian Fairchild, sowhat entranced, montarily glimpsing another spirited young man.

Her eyes dimd slightly, and when she raised them again, she no longer had an interest in watching Julian Fairchild play basketball.

Henry Hughes returned to the sound of unanimous applause.

Everyone was cheering for Julian Fairchild’s scoring.

Maeve Lane was also on the side, gazing "lovingly" at him.

At that mont, soone suddenly said—

"I wonder who’s better, Fairchild or Senior Hughes?"

Instantly sparking lively discussion.

"Yeah, I’m curious too!"

"I think it’s Fairchild. He’s taller, so he might have an advantage!"

"Who said so!" Henry Hughes’ fan wasn’t happy, "Our Senior Hughes is also 1.88 ters tall; Fairchild is just two centiters taller!"

"Two centiters is still taller!"

"..."

Julian Fairchild discreetly glanced at the man standing outside the court watching Maeve Lane, feeling all those negative emotions that had been buried co rushing forth.

He looked towards Henry Hughes, his voice low and suppressive, "Tell , who’s better between the two of us?"

Henry Hughes raised an eyebrow.

"Why don’t we find out?"