"Do your words mean you're slapping your own face?"
Julian Fairchild wasn't provoked, but his expression was equally gloomy. "It's none of your business what I do!"
"So, is this why you brought Maeve Lane back while I was resting?!" Although Henry Hughes usually joked around without being serious, when it came to Maeve Lane, he wasn't as easygoing.
"She volunteered to come with me." Julian Fairchild stabbed at his heart, "She also said she didn't want to go back."
"Do you dare say you didn't do anything?"
Julian Fairchild looked down at him, not denying it, "So what if I did."
"Ha, you've really got some nerve." Henry Hughes's voice was mocking and hit Julian Fairchild's sore spot, "Don't get too happy, since Maeve Lane has given up on you, she won't ever look at you again."
