Julian Fairchild's eyes were very dark, "I..."
He furrowed his brows tightly, as if the words to follow were difficult for him to say, "You..."
"What do you mean 'I, you'?" Maeve Lane interrupted him, rubbing the goosebumps on her arms, "I'm so tired, you go in yourself, I'm heading back."
At this moment, it seemed Julian's mind finally started working, his eyes flickered slightly, "Since you're already at school, why are you going back?"
Maeve had taken a few steps before Julian's question halted her.
Yeah, she was already at school, so why go back to sleep.
After all, she would have to return to school tomorrow, and if she rushed back now, it'd be late by the time she got there.
Might as well rest at school tonight.
Julian glanced at Maeve's expression, knowing his words were working, and continued, "Get inside, if you hesitate any longer, the curfew will start."
Maeve frowned, asking, "Isn't it a bit insincere of me to just leave Henry Hughes there alone?"
