CHAPTER 47: CHAPTER 47: DO YOU LIKE MAEVE LANE?

Maeve Lane left.

She left after leaving a bottle of water.

Julian Fairchild unconsciously tightened his grip on the water in his hand.

"Let’s go, Julian, the teams are divided now, we can start teaching." Henry Hughes didn’t ask why he accepted the water just now.

Julian Fairchild had always been rejecting Maeve Lane, no matter how eager she was, he wouldn’t accept anything from her, not even a piece of paper.

But today, he uncharacteristically accepted the water.

Even when he didn’t need it.

What did this mean...

Henry Hughes didn’t want to think deeply.

Julian Fairchild placed the water on the railing, his voice deep, "Mm."

Before he entered the field, his dark eyes flicked to the girl who hadn’t turned back.

...

In the following days, Maeve Lane would show up here.

Every time she’d come, it was just to give Julian Fairchild a bottle of water and chat with Henry Hughes for a bit.

Then leave.

No exception.

And Julian Fairchild, as if under a spell, would reach out to accept it every time, even when it seemed like he wouldn’t.

Even to the point where Henry Hughes saw four neatly arranged bottles of water on Julian’s desk in the dormitory.

His gaze was complicated as he asked, "Julian, why are you bringing the water back to the dorm?"

There’s a water dispenser in the dorm, it’s no trouble at all, why go across more than half the campus to bring back what’s practically an empty bottle?

Julian Fairchild glanced at him, his thin lips letting out two words: "Save money."

"Do you even believe that yourself?" Henry Hughes pressed his eyelids, his voice low, "I didn’t know the Crown Prince of the Fairchild Family was so strapped for cash."

The man’s profound brows and eyes revealed a hint of displeasure, "What are you trying to say?"

"I want to say, have you fallen for Maeve Lane?"

Finally, the words were out in the open.

Julian Fairchild half-squinted his eyes, "No."

No? Then why are you gathering these bottles every day without fail, is it possibly to sell for scrap?

Henry Hughes secretly mocked in his heart, then said, "If you like her, why not just be with her properly? Why go through all these little antics."

"I think you like her," Julian Fairchild half-closed his eyes, remarking meaningfully, "between me and Maeve... it’s impossible."

Henry Hughes never hid his fondness for Maeve Lane, so hearing Julian say this didn’t surprise him, "Yes, I like her, but who told you she freaking likes you?"

"Ask yourself honestly, do you really feel nothing for Maeve Lane? Are you really bringing these things back just to save money?"

"If the person she liked wasn’t you, do you think I would just sit by and watch the one I like chase after someone else, and do nothing at all?"

Julian Fairchild’s eyes were as cold as ice, "Then go after her."

Saying this, he stood up and threw all those bottles on the table into the trash can.

Henry Hughes watched Julian Fairchild’s somewhat childish act, "Do you think doing this makes it like nothing ever happened? Julian, admit it, if one day I’m really with Maeve Lane, then you’ll know what regret is."

Julian Fairchild’s gaze was sharp, "Think whatever you want."

After saying this, he pushed the door and walked out.

Henry Hughes frowned deeply at his retreating back, "Stubborn as a mule, one day you’ll regret this."

-

Maeve Lane had been living quite lavishly these days.

"Maeve, I heard you’ve been chasing after Julian Fairchild lately, how’s it going?"

A group of men gathered around her, gossiping, "I heard you haven’t caught him yet, is that right?"

Maeve Lane leaned on a high-end motorcycle worth tens of thousands, her hands in leather gloves, and hadn’t removed her black helmet yet, her dark hair in disarray, her forehead slightly damp with sweat.

She had just been racing motorcycles with this group on a specially opened track.

Hearing this, Maeve Lane looked up at the neon lights across from her, casually replying, "Nope."