CHAPTER 52: CHAPTER 52: WHAT’S SO GREAT ABOUT JULIAN FAIRCHILD?

Maeve Lane didn’t quite grasp what he meant, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder; eventually, you’ll think your girlfriend is the most beautiful."

Henry Hughes didn’t deny it and looked at Maeve Lane with a meaningful expression, "Let’s start with the basics."

"Alright."

Although Maeve Lane was initially intrigued, she didn’t mind learning more things.

However, Henry Hughes noticed that Maeve Lane would occasionally glance at Julian Fairchild.

When she scored a goal.

When she finished a training drill.

When she had some downtime.

Julian Fairchild, on the other hand, hadn’t looked at her even once.

Henry Hughes felt a deep sense of frustration, "Maeve Lane, focus."

"Sorry." Maeve Lane was caught, and she lifted her lips in a smile.

After all, they all knew why she came here, right? In the last few days, it’s better not to leave any regrets.

If she hadn’t tried her best, there would surely be regrets.

She wouldn’t let herself regret, or rather, leave any room for remorse.

After all, moving forward, everything that happened is just past.

"What’s so good about Julian Fairchild?" Henry Hughes suddenly asked, "Why do you like him so much?"

"When the feeling is right, everything is right." Maeve Lane answered quickly, laughing, "What’s that song lyric again, ’The unreachable always stirs the heart,’ maybe the feeling fades over time."

So, is Julian Fairchild "fearlessly favored"?

He too wished to be the favored one.

Henry Hughes’s eyes dimmed for a moment, he mustered his energy, "Feelings, really... are such helpless things."

The girl leaning against the basketball hoop heard him and raised a faint smile, "Right, why did you and Julian Fairchild argue?"

Henry Hughes laughed, "We didn’t fight."

"You can fool others with that, but not me." Maeve Lane lifted her eyelids, "It’s not easy having a close friend, don’t play around and lose it."

"Well, it’s nothing serious."

Henry Hughes was reluctant to discuss further, and Maeve Lane wasn’t unreasonable, she only said, "Julian Fairchild has very few friends, he must care about you."

Julian Fairchild again.

She really is biased without bounds.

Henry Hughes suppressed the emotions about to be revealed in his eyes, speaking calmly, "I’m going to rest for a bit, feeling tired."

"Okay."

Maeve Lane then picked up the ball, raising her delicate brows slightly, "Then I’ll rest too."

After speaking, she grabbed the basketball and walked to the court where Julian Fairchild and the others were training, finding a clean-looking spot directly facing Julian and sat down.

This spot was too conspicuous; all eyes fell on her the moment she sat down.

Julian Fairchild glanced at her, recalling the previous scene, the coldness between his brows became more evident, "Stay away from me."

During this month, the words Maeve Lane heard the most were "Stay away from me," "Go away," and so on.

The last time the relationship thawed was when they climbed Palova.

But that also brought their relationship to a freezing point.

You can’t guess Julian Fairchild’s thoughts.

Maeve Lane enunciated, "No, I refuse. I can sit wherever I want; who said I’m here to watch you?"

Her beautiful eyes revealed a rare trace of slyness, matching her slightly curved red lips, just like a little fox being mischievous.

Julian Fairchild’s gaze flickered slightly; he no longer looked at her.

However, her watching made his originally smooth movements unconsciously become awkward.

He furrowed his brows, puzzled about what was happening.