CHAPTER 57: CHAPTER 57: WHY CHANGE THE RULES FOR YOU

She just couldn’t understand, why did a simple lip touch from Julian Fairchild feel so intense?

Maeve Lane tried to struggle a bit, and took the chance to speak when Julian Fairchild left her lips, "You..."

Julian Fairchild pressed Maeve Lane’s ravaged red lips with his thumb, anger unmistakably in his eyes, "Do you do this to all the good-looking men?"

Maeve Lane seemed to perceive something, gradually retracting her smile, her beautiful eyes gazing at him, stepping back a pace, her voice turning cold, "What exactly do you want?"

The emptiness in Julian Fairchild’s arms made the night breeze seep in, bringing with it a chill.

That’s how people are, once they get a taste of warmth, they crave for more.

Just like that saying — I could endure the darkness, if I had never seen the light.

For a moment, all concerns were cast aside, and Julian Fairchild wanted to say that sentence directly.

Yet, for the first time, he felt a sense of trepidation upon returning home.

He couldn’t feel any liking from Maeve Lane.

From his initial assurance, assuring himself she liked him, to the wavering a few days ago, to today’s probing.

Julian Fairchild came to a conclusion, Maeve Lane made no difference between him and those other men she dated before.

They were merely whims of hers.

With a sullen face, unwilling to give up, he asked, "Don’t you have a habit of not pursuing someone for more than a month?"

Now, from the day they met to today, it’s been over a month.

Doesn’t that mean he holds some special place in her heart?

Maeve Lane’s eyes flickered, seemingly a bit surprised, "Who told you that?"

"Don’t concern yourself with who told me, you just need to answer me, is it true?"

"Yes."

Maeve Lane nodded, not denying it, she indeed had such a habit. In reality, no matter how good a man was, to her, he was just a means of spicing up a dull life.

A month was already the limit.

"Then why with me, did you exceed that limit?"

He hadn’t even heard her sincerely say "like" once, yet unknowingly, he had fallen for this woman.

Maeve Lane stared at him steadfastly, "What answer do you want to hear?"

Julian Fairchild remained silent, pressing his thin lips into a straight line, as if trying to see into her heart.

She was merely engaging in a loveless affair.

Things that she could easily say to people before.

Why was she hesitating?

Maybe, to Maeve Lane, Julian Fairchild was indeed an exception.

But that was all.

Julian Fairchild’s gaze was locked onto her, not missing any expression on her face, he moved his lips, his voice surprisingly softened, "You don’t know what I want to hear?"

Maeve Lane lightly closed her eyes, a fleeting glimpse of coldness flickering in them —

"Then I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed." She spoke faintly, her voice scattering in the wind, somewhat ethereal, "I won’t change my rules for anyone."

[And why would you think I’d change the rules for you?]

This familiar sentence now seemed somewhat ironic.

Julian Fairchild’s face turned frosty.

"Yes, it’s a month indeed, but the time limit is today." Maeve Lane casually straightened her long hair, "If I’m not mistaken, I haven’t sought you for eight days."

He suddenly understood —

Maeve Lane’s words also confirmed his suspicion.

"22 days plus these few days, it’s exactly a month."

The smile at her lips was unaffected by his fluctuating emotions, "But you also reminded me, it’s time."