CHAPTER 56: CHAPTER 56: YOU LIKE ME?

"Julian Fairchild, why are you walking so fast?"

At the crossroad where the lights intersected, Maeve Lane looked at him leisurely, "You got the medicine but didn’t apply it. What’s the point of carrying it around, are you going to take it back home as a collectible?"

She clearly saw Julian Fairchild’s face darken after she said that.

Maeve: "?"

Did she say something wrong again?

Julian Fairchild shot her a cold glance, unscrewed the cap with one hand, poured it directly onto his knee, and then tossed the bottle of medicinal wine to Maeve.

Without looking back, he walked away.

"You..." Maeve held the small bottle and thought for a moment before catching up with him, "Are you in a bad mood?"

She tugged on Julian Fairchild’s sleeve, looked up at his profile, and said, "Don’t get angry at the drop of a hat."

Maeve’s eyes were beautiful, like the light fragmented at the edges of the clouds in the twilight, "If you’re feeling down, you can talk to me. Maybe I can help."

Julian Fairchild remained silent with a gloomy face.

However, his pace seemed to slow down a bit.

They walked down a long, tree-lined path, and there was a small garden at the turn.

Julian Fairchild walked in, and she followed him in.

It felt like going back to when she first started pursuing him. At that time, all Julian would say was not to follow him. Now, she couldn’t pinpoint exactly what changed, but Maeve keenly sensed that something had quietly shifted.

This small garden often hosted couples on dates. The lights dimmed here, and since Maeve had nothing else to do, she decided to wander around with Julian.

Normally, the noise of frogs would feel annoying, but now it seemed to add a sense of serene tranquility.

The place was still crowded today. Some people were sitting around chatting, others feeding fish, and there were young couples in passionate embraces, lost in chaotic kisses.

Julian Fairchild watched coldly and suddenly stopped.

Maeve, not paying attention, bumped straight into his firm back. She rubbed her sore nose, "What is it?"

Without turning around, the man was silent for a few seconds before seemingly making up his mind, "Do you like me?"

Maeve raised an eyebrow, "Yeah."

Julian Fairchild stopped at a stone bench by the pond, glanced at her with deep black eyes, and his magnetic voice exploded in her ear, "Kiss me."

Maeve looked blank.

This... was he affected by something?

Kiss him?

Now? Here? What?

Julian Fairchild wasn’t sure what he wanted to prove or what he wanted to see.

Maeve raised her eyebrows, thinking that taking advantage of a good opportunity was a must, after all, Julian Fairchild was like a white swan, giving him a kiss wouldn’t harm, would it?

It’s not like she hadn’t kissed him before.

Step by step, her soft, fragrant body got closer to his.

Intimately, like any other couple in this small garden.

But Maeve wasn’t in a hurry. She tiptoed to his ear, lowered her voice, and teased, "Have you figured it out?"

Julian Fairchild’s expression was unpredictable. His large hand suddenly clamped down on the back of her head, and his thin lips covered Maeve’s moving lips.

Maeve’s eyes widened, a trace of astonishment flashing in her pupils.

Julian Fairchild’s eyes were shut tight as if he were enduring some kind of torture, with his brows tightly knit.

It left Maeve unsure of how to react.

It felt as if the one caught off guard by the kiss was him instead.

Julian Fairchild seemed inexperienced, only knowing to rub his lips against hers, his grip on her growing ever tighter.

Maeve felt she couldn’t breathe.

Not because of the kiss, but because she was being squeezed!