Henry Hughes narrowed his eyes halfway, meeting Julian Fairchild's gaze in the air.
Maeve Lane had her back to him, wearing a moon-white T-shirt, with black hair cascading like a waterfall—cool and chic.
She heard the sound too, but didn't turn around.
Henry Hughes looked at Julian Fairchild, his tone laced with undisguised hostility, "What are you doing here?"
This question left everyone present in a brief state of bewilderment—
"Wasn't it Senior Henry Hughes who invited Senior Julian Fairchild here?"
"I don't get it, why do I feel like Senior Henry Hughes isn't too welcoming to Senior Julian Fairchild's arrival?"
"It's more than just not welcoming; I feel like Senior Henry Hughes' eyes have changed. I've never seen him with such an expression before."
"Senior Julian Fairchild's expression is strange too. I always feel like he's... very sad."
"..."
Julian Fairchild stood firm behind Maeve Lane.
