CHAPTER 66: CHAPTER 66: STILL PLAYING AROUND AT YOUR AGE?

Henry Hughes stopped speaking.

Maeve Lane’s expression was very calm, as if this was an everyday occurrence.

But didn’t she like Julian Fairchild?

He couldn’t keep his thoughts to himself, so he asked what had been on his mind.

"I do like him." Maeve was very honest, but also very clear-minded—

"But not that much."

Henry listened to Maeve’s calm words, and suddenly felt a pang of disappointment for Julian Fairchild.

It turned out that he had been mistaken all along.

In this chase called "like," Maeve had always been the most clear-headed one.

Or perhaps, it wasn’t just about emotions.

She was a cold-hearted and unemotional person.

Like a captivating siren, watching coldly as all those who admired her went mad with longing.

Meanwhile, she overlooked this bizarre world, her gaze tinged with mild pity.

...

The phone lay quietly on the library desk.

A handsome man had a computer in front of him, displaying a dazzling array of content.

Five minutes later.

Julian Fairchild picked up his phone and glanced at the contacts section.

No expected red dot.

He put it back down.

Then the phone vibrated once, he opened it, but it was just a junk message in the notification bar.

Realizing he might be too anxious, Julian Fairchild frowned and placed the phone a bit farther away.

Three minutes later.

He opened the phone again, without much hope, but this time, a red dot appeared in the contacts section.

Julian Fairchild stared for a while before clicking it open.

But what puzzled him was that the WeChat avatar wasn’t the one Maeve usually used.

Maybe she changed her avatar.

He didn’t care about such a trivial thing.

After clicking "Accept Friend Request," he arrived at the chat window.

Julian Fairchild noticed that Maeve had not only changed her avatar but her ID as well.

He felt an uneasy sensation creeping in, and the next second, he saw the interface displayed—

"The other party is typing..."

His mind went blank for a moment, and Julian Fairchild stared at those words, unsure when sweat had begun to seep from his palms.

What did Maeve want to say?

If she said... she regretted...

But in the next moment, Julian Fairchild’s frown deepened.

[Fairchild, it’s Sylvia Lane.]

[?]

Sylvia Lane was having a meal with Maeve Lane and Henry Hughes, and seeing Julian Fairchild agree so quickly made her heart stir again.

She put down her cutlery and typed: [It’s Sylvia Lane, the one who asked you for directions today, do you remember?]

She didn’t mention Maeve and didn’t want Julian Fairchild to think of her!

So she chose a place only for the two of them, which could bring them closer; she was truly smart!

But Julian Fairchild’s words made her smile freeze on her face.

[Who?]

Then another message came, and Sylvia Lane felt there was a hint of anger—

[Did she ask you to get my WeChat?]

Sylvia Lane clenched her fists, a trace of embarrassment flashed in her eyes, [Yes, Maeve is my sister, she knows I like you, so she helped me get your WeChat.]

For a long time, there was no reply from that side.

Sylvia Lane ate a few bites and then sent Julian Fairchild another message.

But this time, it was nothing but an exclamation mark!

"Why are you always looking at your phone during meals?" Maeve raised her hand, wanting to tap Sylvia Lane’s head, just like when they were kids.

Her tone was cold but affectionate, "You’re too old to be so playful."

However, Sylvia Lane suddenly leaned back forcefully, the chair making an ear-piercing noise, avoiding Maeve’s hand.