Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud Chapter 64: You Don’t Want to Give Me Your WeChat?

Julian Fairchild lowered his eyes, looking at his phone, the screen displaying the WeChat interface.

Maeve Lane was not soone who liked to post on social dia often.

But Henry Hughes was; every ti he had a al with Maeve, he would post a photo of them together.

Although Maeve was indifferent by nature, she would always cooperate with a smile.

He silently tightened his grip on the phone.

It turned out she wasn’t just compromising for him.

The autumn sunlight always made people feel troubled.

He didn’t know about others, but for Julian Fairchild, this kind of troubled feeling had lasted for a while.

A figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

He furrowed his brows, glancing sideways.

Just one glance, and his steps ca to an abrupt halt.

The girl before him didn’t seem any different from usual. Her skin was rosy against the warm sunlight, like winter snow that didn’t quite belong, with frosty elegance. Her fox-like eyes tilted slightly, sparkling and carrying a hint of enchantnt.

In fact, Julian Fairchild also felt like he was under her spell.

Otherwise, why couldn’t he move when he saw Maeve Lane?

Julian noticed a gaze on him, turning his eyes in that direction, eting the deep gaze of Henry Hughes.

The two n locked eyes for a few seconds from a distance, then both unceremoniously turned their eyes to Maeve Lane.

Sylvia Lane stood to the side, feeling extrely conflicted!

On one hand, she hoped Maeve would be humiliated, preferably ignored by this man just as he did to her, or even rebuked her.

But on the other hand, as Maeve’s sister, she was more aware than anyone of Maeve’s face’s lethal attraction.

Almost no man could refuse Maeve’s advances.

At least in her mory, none had.

Getting Maeve to ask for this man’s WeChat was several tis more likely to succeed than if she did it herself!

But after seeing the subtle hostility between Henry and that man, Sylvia felt an ominous premonition!

She sowhat regretted sending Maeve over.

Maeve currently had no special thoughts about Julian Fairchild.

For the first ti, she showed her true self in front of him, her eyes slightly rebellious, her voice gentle, "Long ti no see."

Julian Fairchild quickly responded, "Mm."

After speaking, feeling he was too indifferent, he added, "Long ti no see."

It seed he was easier to get along with than before. Maeve thought to herself, her clear eyes carrying a hint of a smile, "Can I have your WeChat?"

"You want my WeChat?" Julian Fairchild felt an inexplicable joy spreading in his heart.

A multitude of thoughts quickly flooded his mind.

What does Maeve an by this?

Is she... regretting?

"Sister! Let’s not. Don’t trouble this man, I don’t think he wants to give it to you." Sylvia bit her lip, forcing herself to step forward and stand beside Maeve, "Forget it, let’s go!"

She couldn’t bear to watch Maeve flirt with the man she had her eyes on!

She had plenty of opportunities to ask for WeChat, but not now!

If he fancied Maeve, she really would be furious!

And she was the one who pushed them together!

But despite her efforts to pull Maeve away, Maeve remained unwavering.

How could she have known, if Maeve didn’t want to leave, no one could make her move!

She cast a faint glance at Sylvia, her gaze oppressively firm, "Let go."

The aura was so strong, Sylvia nearly released her hand in a daze.

After dealing with Sylvia, Maeve turned back to Julian Fairchild.

"Is she right?" Her delicate brow half-raised, a casual curve hanging at her lips, "You don’t want to give your WeChat?"

Julian Fairchild’s long fingers rubbed the phone, his face expressionless, but his gaze was intriguing—

"I want to."