"We're all civilized people, fighting is indeed unattractive," Henry Hughes smiled, his gaze becoming gentle, "Besides, I think Maeve Lane wouldn't want me to get hurt either."
The meaning of his words was entirely from the perspective of a victor.
Yet the current situation was all caused by him.
The storm in Julian Fairchild's eyes brewed more terrifyingly; no one had ever provoked him like this, but he couldn't find a single reason to refute.
Maeve was on Henry Hughes's side; he was just the one she had abandoned.
Heh.
Henry Hughes waited fearlessly for Julian Fairchild's response.
Julian Fairchild could very well give up now.
No one could force him to do anything.
But during this time together, he had gradually become aware of his feelings for Maeve Lane.
Alas, he realized it too late.
Thinking of what the girl had said on the phone just now—
[For my sake, don't oppose Henry Hughes, and if anything happens, let it come at her.]
