Maeve Lane left.
She left after leaving a bottle of water.
Julian Fairchild unconsciously tightened his grip on the water in his hand.
"Let's go, Julian, the teams are divided now, we can start teaching." Henry Hughes didn't ask why he accepted the water just now.
Julian Fairchild had always been rejecting Maeve Lane, no matter how eager she was, he wouldn't accept anything from her, not even a piece of paper.
But today, he uncharacteristically accepted the water.
Even when he didn't need it.
What did this mean...
Henry Hughes didn't want to think deeply.
Julian Fairchild placed the water on the railing, his voice deep, "Mm."
Before he entered the field, his dark eyes flicked to the girl who hadn't turned back.
...
In the following days, Maeve Lane would show up here.
Every time she'd come, it was just to give Julian Fairchild a bottle of water and chat with Henry Hughes for a bit.
Then leave.
No exception.
