Julian Fairchild lowered his eyes, looking at his phone, the screen displaying the WeChat interface.
Maeve Lane was not someone who liked to post on social media often.
But Henry Hughes was; every time he had a meal with Maeve, he would post a photo of them together.
Although Maeve was indifferent by nature, she would always cooperate with a smile.
He silently tightened his grip on the phone.
It turned out she wasn't just compromising for him.
The autumn sunlight always made people feel troubled.
He didn't know about others, but for Julian Fairchild, this kind of troubled feeling had lasted for a while.
A figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
He furrowed his brows, glancing sideways.
Just one glance, and his steps came to an abrupt halt.
