CHAPTER 48: CHAPTER 48: HOW DO YOU HAVE THE NERVE?

"Not yet? That can’t be true, right?"

"You must be kidding, there’s no guy who could refuse someone like Maeve?"

"Exactly, Julian Fairchild must be blind."

"Why not pursue someone else? There’s plenty of fish in the sea!"

They all spoke up, defending Maeve Lane.

Compared to them, Maeve appeared much calmer, her voice low, "Alright, let’s not talk about this anymore, let’s go another round."

...

"Maeve Lane is here again, you guys take a look!"

"What’s there to see? Look at how long she’s been chasing Fairchild, has he ever reacted to her?"

"Exactly, still having the face to show up here? If it were me, I’d definitely be too embarrassed to be here."

"There’s no other choice, some people just have thick skin."

Maeve had some errands tonight, so she was a bit late. Usually, she would arrive before they began their training, but now she was late.

Everyone had already started doing basic dribbling and other basic routine exercises.

Several eyes, either disdainful or envious, were secretly sizing up Maeve Lane.

There were also many pairs of eyes that were captivated by her, curiously watching.

But both groups knew why Maeve was there.

Julian Fairchild had already seen the girl walking towards him.

She descended from the stands, her long legs under the shorts didn’t have an ounce of excess flesh, delicate like fine jade, fair and slender, her loose dark hair was tucked behind her ear, revealing delicate little ears.

Some people are just born to dazzle youth.

Maeve was such an existence.

Henry Hughes had a falling out with Julian Fairchild yesterday, and today he wasn’t standing together with him.

The two of them were extremely handsome men, one on the right and the other on the left.

Maeve curved her lips, without hesitation, she walked straight towards Julian Fairchild.

Henry Hughes glanced at them and turned away.

Julian Fairchild leaned against the wall, his chin slightly raised, his gaze lightly resting on Maeve Lane, the eyes under his thick lashes were deep and dark.

"You’re late, here you go." Maeve stopped in front of him, as usual, taking out a bottle of water.

The man remained motionless for a long time.

Every time she brought him water, it was like a confrontation between the two of them, neither willing to admit defeat.

Though he accepted it every time.

But there were times when she didn’t have the patience.

"I’ll leave it here." Maeve placed the water beside him, "Got something, leaving first."

Julian Fairchild didn’t say anything, instead, he straightened his stance, his powerful presence pressing towards Maeve Lane.

He swiftly brushed past her.

Maeve was stunned, silent for a few seconds before turning her eyes slightly, "I was indeed overconfident."

However, this game was about to end.

Julian Fairchild reached the front of the team, "Today’s training ends here, dismissed."

After saying this, he unintentionally swept his gaze over where Maeve Lane had been, realizing she was gone.

The night at Aurelia University was beautiful.

Maeve lay in a nearby pavilion by the water, streetlight casting over her face, her expression appearing more mysterious and enigmatic.

Suddenly, her view was darkened.

A girl, full of anger, blocked her sight.

Maeve lifted her eyelids, looking at her devoid of any emotion.

Sophie Forrest clenched her fists, "I advise you to give up! I saw Julian Fairchild throw your water into the trash today, he didn’t even take a sip! Don’t think just because he’s accepted your water a few times that he’s interested in you!"

Thrown into the trash.

Hmm, indeed something he would do.

However.

Maeve stood up, a hint of mockery curving her lips, "Whether he wants it or not is his business, what are you, barking in front of me?"