CHAPTER 55: CHAPTER 55: HE REALLY LIKES MAEVE LANE

"Julian Fairchild starts dribbling!!"

"Henry Hughes’s defense is so tight, as expected of the basketball club’s star."

"That’s right, when they were sophomores, they even played friendly matches with other schools. Our Aurelia University basketball club is quite famous in the entire Aurelia college circle!"

"Damn!! These two are really playing hard, look at their necks near the shoulders, all red from the collisions."

"You’re just noticing? Julian Fairchild looks like someone just stole his girlfriend. I’ve never seen our campus heartthrob this angry."

"That joke is like saying Maeve Lane from the finance department suddenly turned over a new leaf, hahaha."

Maeve Lane, inadvertently caught in the crossfire: "..."

In the very next second, a heavy thud resounded across the court!

Julian Fairchild and Henry Hughes had fallen together!

"Oh my god, they fell! Are they okay?"

"I don’t know!"

Maeve reacted, immediately climbed over the railing, and jumped down.

Having learned sanda for a few years, Maeve’s movements were swift and crisp.

Julian turned over, head tilted back, his bangs soaked with sweat, Adam’s apple moving up and down.

Henry was in no better shape, drenched in sweat, looking at Julian with defiance.

A clean, pale hand reached out to Julian.

In the palm was a small bottle of liniment.

He followed the hand up to its owner.

Maeve looked down at him, her voice unhurried, "What are you looking at, doesn’t it hurt?"

She gestured with her eyes towards Julian’s knee, which was now a bit red and swollen from the fall.

Julian gazed at Maeve intently for a while before accepting it, "Thanks."

At this moment, Henry let out a cold chuckle, "What are you hesitating about, Julian Fairchild? When will you finally face your own feelings?"

Julian narrowed his cold eyes at him but said nothing, getting up to leave.

Maeve, hearing them talk as if in a fog, glanced at Henry who was still sitting there, "After Julian applies some, have him give you some of this liniment too. It works wonders."

She had specially concocted a bit for convenience and carried it with her.

Henry also stood up, "It’s a minor injury, no need."

The two injured left, leaving Maeve, the medicine bearer, behind.

Maeve watched the crowd surrounding the two leave and also followed after.

After leaving the gym, Julian was planning to head back to his dorm.

Originally, some people wanted to check on his injury, but upon seeing his cold face, none dared to approach. So, the only thing he received was the bottle of liniment sent by Maeve.

Even Henry, though in a bad mood, did not refuse the good intentions of others and ended up with a bunch of stuff in his hands.

Usually, if someone wanted to give something to Julian, Henry would take it on his behalf, but today he uncharacteristically refused the request.

Julian’s gloomy expression was not because his injury was serious; minor collisions like these were common in basketball, and he often had such small wounds.

The reason for his unpredictable mood was Maeve.

This game made him acknowledge the unknown emotions he harbored towards Maeve.

He would never engage in pointless arguments or childish games.

Yet today, from the moment he saw Maeve, his emotions were in turmoil.

Feigning indifference, ignoring her glance that seemed to come and go—these actions felt like a struggle with himself.

No matter how composed he appeared, he couldn’t suppress the rising rage when Maeve walked away with Henry.

Could it be... he really liked her?