CHAPTER 28: CHAPTER 28: JULIAN FAIRCHILD OPENS WECHAT

Meredith showed a "Do you think I trust you?" expression, "Let’s talk about something serious."

Maeve cooperated, showing a "deep in thought" expression, gently rubbing Meredith’s hair with her long, pale fingers, "I’m serious too. I’m always serious about my boyfriend."

"So if he’s not your boyfriend, it’s none of your business, right?" Meredith sighed lightly, "Should I call you heartless or clear-headed?"

Maeve wasn’t in a hurry to go to bed, chuckling, "Are you standing up for Julian? Don’t worry, there’s nothing between us, not even a shadow, besides, I think you should worry about me more."

The air was filled with the fresh scent of milk, Meredith stirred a cup of hot milk with a spoon, "Worry about you for what? I’ve never seen you sad over a breakup."

"Uh-huh," Maeve pulled out a chair and sat down, speaking nonchalantly, "Julian is way more clear-headed than I am. Whether I could pursue him is still questionable."

Meredith’s eyes widened in disbelief, "Hearing you say that, is there really someone you can’t handle?"

"I never thought there would be." Maeve recalled the moment this afternoon when Julian walked out resolutely, her tone was light, "But Julian, there’s indeed a challenge."

"But I think," Meredith took a sip of milk, "you two would actually make a good couple. It wouldn’t be anything strange if you got together."

Thinking of Julian, Maeve raised her eyebrows, calmly said—

"If my future boyfriend doesn’t match me, who would he match?"

Meredith: "..."

Maeve didn’t feel embarrassed at all, opened her phone, and found Henry Hughes’s WeChat.

His WeChat profile picture was a character from some anime, smiling a bit playfully.

Maeve’s profile picture was a photo taken by a friend while they were racing motorcycles. She was holding a helmet.

In the night, Maeve’s long hair was blown by the wind, her left hand lifted her hair, chin slightly raised, her gaze was extremely cold, yet there was an inherent rebelliousness.

Dashing and gallant.

Maeve glanced at it and set this picture as her WeChat profile picture.

She opened Henry Hughes’s profile picture, her fingers slightly bent, typing—

Wild Brew: [Hey, it’s Maeve.]

After a second.

Weekend: [Hey.]

Henry Hughes and Julian Fairchild were in the same dormitory.

Julian had just finished showering and saw Henry suddenly jump out of bed, raising an elegant eyebrow, "What’s up?"

Henry felt a bit guilty, quickly replied, "Nothing."

Julian found Henry’s reaction strange, but didn’t question further.

Henry lay back on the bed and opened WeChat again.

Feeling a bit of anticipation.

Maeve’s profile picture quietly lay in the top left corner of his phone.

[Can you give me Julian’s WeChat?]

[I’m sure he won’t give it to me if I ask.]

[Can you do it?]

[Henry Hughes, where are you?]

The light in Henry’s eyes dimmed a bit.

[Just had something to do.]

After a second.

[I’ll ask for you.]

After saying this, Henry turned over and got out of bed, walked to Julian’s desk, "Julian, I need to borrow your phone for a moment."

The Hughes and Fairchild families had been close for a long time, Julian and Henry had been friends since childhood.

So Julian didn’t hesitate to hand over his phone.

Julian’s WeChat wasn’t locked, Henry easily found Maeve’s WeChat, pressed [Add].

Having done all this, Henry returned to his bed.

Before going to sleep, Julian glanced at his phone, noticing the 99+ messages on WeChat.

With curiosity, he moved his long fingers and opened WeChat.