CHAPTER 43: CHAPTER 43: SHE REALLY DOESN’T CARE

Julian Fairchild looked at the meat in the bowl, "Put it back, I’m not eating it."

"How can you not eat meat?" Maeve Lane didn’t listen to him, and blinked, "We’ve already kissed, what is there to be disgusted about?"

"Hey, buddy, your drink is overflowing!" A surprised voice rang out, and the staff in the lounge looked at Henry Hughes in astonishment. The cup in front of him was overflowing with orange juice, and due to his absent-mindedness, the table was now a mess with juice everywhere.

Henry Hughes pulled out some napkins and said calmly, "It’s fine, I’ll just wipe it up."

"Who’s the girl that got you so distracted?" Maeve Lane teased, seeing his forlorn expression.

Henry Hughes glanced at her defensively, "There is no girl."

Julian Fairchild saw his expression and had already figured out the gist of it.

He had noticed earlier that Henry Hughes had an unusual enthusiasm for Maeve Lane. Now it seemed that his guess wasn’t wrong.

Thinking back to that phone call, Julian’s eyes turned icy cold. Perhaps... Maeve Lane and Henry Hughes are more suitable together than him.

He forced himself to ignore the strange emotions stirring inside him.

Henry Hughes is the only son of the Hughes Family, a century-old scholarly family known for their kindness, simplicity, and generosity, unlike the complexity of the Fairchild Family’s situation.

Maeve Lane goes with the flow, standing no chance against the old foxes of the Fairchild Family.

"Why are you angry?" Maeve Lane noticed Julian Fairchild’s contemplative face, "I was just joking."

The man sitting next to her had a cold expression and used a distant tone he had never used before to call her name: "Maeve Lane, if I remember correctly, we only just met recently, and we’re not familiar enough to be making jokes like this."

Maeve Lane was taken aback, and for once, the usually eloquent girl found herself at a loss for words.

She knew Julian Fairchild was angry, and this time he was... very angry.

Henry Hughes also felt Julian’s words were a bit harsh, and frowned, "Julian, how could you say that?"

Being rejected by someone you like... that must be a very sad thing.

"It’s fine, let’s eat." Maeve Lane lowered her eyes and focused on the food in front of her.

As soon as Julian Fairchild finished speaking, the atmosphere at the dining table became instantly tense.

Maeve Lane actually didn’t care about Julian’s attitude; after all, Julian’s inexplicable anger took up two-thirds of their time together.

Only this time she knew it was particularly serious, so she decided not to ruin her mood further.

She unlocked her phone, opened the memo, thought for a moment, and wrote—

[Day Fifteen of Pursuing Julian Fairchild]

Note: Julian Fairchild... does not like being kissed or joked about this?

Feeling that it wasn’t quite right, her slender fingers added a few words after the question mark:

(Pending)

Fifteen days have passed, not much time left.

After saving, Maeve Lane couldn’t help but sigh that following Julian is like being close to a tiger; if it were ancient times, Julian Fairchild would certainly be the cold-blooded emperor deciding life and death.

After writing, Maeve Lane started devouring the food quickly and finished a large bowl in no time.

Even Henry Hughes was dumbfounded, "Eat slowly, be careful not to choke."

Julian Fairchild didn’t look at Maeve Lane’s expression anymore; he had been silent since earlier.

He looked at the piece of meat Maeve Lane had just given him in the bowl, thought for a while, and finally picked up his chopsticks...

"Let me take it." Maeve Lane raised her delicate brows, her eyes lit up. Seeing him move his chopsticks, she quickly picked it up.

Julian Fairchild watched the girl smile carelessly for the first time and realized that Maeve Lane might not like him as much as he thought.

It seemed she really... didn’t care whether he liked her or not.