CHAPTER 59: CHAPTER 59: WHY CAN’T SHE TRICK ME, TOO?

"I think you’ve misunderstood." Julian Fairchild refused, "I don’t plan on having any relationship with Maeve Lane anymore."

"Stubborn as always." Henry Hughes retorted, "Don’t think I can’t tell what’s going on in your mind. We’ve been brothers for years; I can tell you need to fart just by the way you lift your butt..."

Julian Fairchild gave him a cold glance.

Henry Hughes was momentarily speechless, sensing that his analogy might have ruined Julian’s clean and bright image, so he skipped over that line, "I’m just afraid that later on you’ll blame your brother for stealing your opportunity. I’m telling you now, it’s you who doesn’t want this chance, so remember, don’t come trouble me later."

"Maeve likes you so much; if you pursued her, it would be easy," Henry Hughes stated objectively, "She’s never been as serious about anyone else as she was with you before."

Julian recalled Maeve’s calm and breezy expression that night, his gaze darkened a bit, "Whatever."

"Alright." Henry Hughes was relieved. He seemed to have many friends, but in truth, only a few he could talk openly with, and he truly valued his friendship with Julian.

Now that Julian spoke like this, Henry had no more concerns.

"Then you go back to your book. I’m off to find Maeve, hahaha." Henry felt like a kid who had just received candy.

He didn’t believe that Maeve had no feelings for him at all.

And even if she didn’t, he could cultivate feelings!

Henry’s voice faded away.

Julian’s time seemed to stand still, as if the entire space was shrouded in low pressure.

He unlocked his phone and opened WeChat.

Maeve’s profile picture lay there quietly, as if it would never light up again.

[I won’t bother you anymore.]

[Deleted.]

Julian stared at these words for a long time, then spoke softly, his voice thick with self-mockery, "Likes me?"

Everyone thought it was him who didn’t accept Maeve.

In fact, Maeve was the one who ultimately rejected him.

Just because Maeve sensed that he was becoming interested.

She liked to date without emotions, hoping others would do the same.

Once she sensed the other person was starting to fall, she would end the game.

But how could he face her and not have feelings?

He looked at her profile picture for a long time—

"Little liar."

Fooled everyone, why not fool him...

Perhaps, now is the time to put an end to this aborted affection.

...

Maeve hadn’t attended class with Meredith for a long time.

Today, she was unexpectedly waiting for her at the dorm.

Meredith was taken aback, "Isn’t your new boyfriend coming with you?"

She chuckled softly, "What new boyfriend, who said that?"

"Jack, from the next class, the super handsome one, looks like a celebrity! Isn’t he pursuing you?" Meredith reminded her.

Locking the door, Maeve tossed the keys into her backpack, her red lips curved slightly, "Just because he’s pursuing me, doesn’t mean I have to say yes."

"But I think he’s much more handsome than those previous guys you’ve dated, what are you not satisfied with?"

She lifted her eyelids, lazily saying, "I prefer chasing on my own, a bit more challenging."

"..."

"Besides now, I’ve suddenly lost interest in dating."

Maeve’s words were shocking; Meredith thought she misheard and looked astonished, "How could words like that come out of your mouth?"

Maeve: "..."

"Can’t I just be tired of playing?" Maeve smiled, about to say more, when her phone started ringing.

[Sister]

Seeing the caller ID, she paused and answered, "Sylvia?"