She left as well.
Julian Fairchild remained silent for a moment, noticing that Henry Hughes had already changed into that outfit, matching Maeve Lane as if they were wearing couple's clothes.
The racing suit in his hand was clenched tightly.
Maeve Lane walked alongside Henry Hughes, "How is it, does it fit?"
Henry Hughes smiled, "It fits quite well."
He casually glanced at Julian Fairchild, "Is he coming over?"
"Doesn't matter." Maeve Lane's words were somewhat indifferent, "I have no need to appease him."
She didn't lower her voice deliberately.
Julian Fairchild lifted his foot, taking a step in their direction, only to stop again.
A flicker of self-mockery quickly passed through his eyes.
He must have been crazy to think that Maeve Lane truly liked him.
So the love in one's eyes can be faked after all.
Turns out, love has a time limit.
So now her target is Henry Hughes?
When Maeve Lane introduced her "precious boyfriend," her eyes were glowing, sparkling brightly.
