Maeve Lane's fingers paused slightly, her gaze deepened.
This sentence, it seemed like she had said it to Julian Fairchild before.
Julian Fairchild rested his chin on one hand, his deep-set eyes watching her, as if in no hurry for her answer.
Maeve Lane's answer, wasn't it already clear?
Less expectation is good for both of them.
Perhaps feeling the atmosphere was too heavy, after writing a paragraph, Maeve replied, "I don't want to date anyone among you."
This was a very straightforward answer.
Also within Julian Fairchild's expectations.
And anyone she mentioned referred to him and Henry Hughes.
"Why?" Julian Fairchild stared at her, "I always can't figure out—"
"Why you would reject me."
He hid the dark emotions in his eyes very well, "You figured it out, right?"
Isn't chasing someone because you like them?
Why, after catching them, do you let go?
Maeve Lane didn't deny it, but she had no intention of explaining either.
