When Maeve's hand collided with Julian's for the Nth time, she finally couldn't help but say, "Could you... stay further away from me."
The man's body stiffened slightly.
Sarah and Nina turned their heads when they heard Maeve's voice, "What's up?"
Maeve glanced at Julian, who had already moved farther away, suppressing the inexplicable emotions in her heart, "Nothing."
Sarah was actually planning to let Maeve and Julian communicate a bit, but now, Julian clearly had no interest in that. He leaned his head towards the window, his profile lines smooth, nose hard and prominent, lips pressed into a straight line.
He appeared to be in a bad mood.
She decided not to bring it up this time anyway. After all, there were still three months left, Maeve hadn't received professional training, and learning from Julian wouldn't hurt but rather benefit her.
Julian didn't speak again, exuding a low-pressure vibe, and the car felt like it was filled with thick clouds.
