Chapter 1842

Maeve hesitated before taking the smoothie Liam handed her. One sip was all it took for her veins to feel like they were on fire from the sugar rush. The amount of sugar in one sip made her cough terribly, as if it was choking her. She looked at Liam with a mix of disbelief and disgust. "How do you even drink this? It's so sweet!" "I get used to it," Liam said while casually sipping through his straw. He continued walking forward. Maeve frowned, then took another sip of her own smoothie. Compared to his, hers tasted bland—almost like water. Liam glanced at her as they strolled along the sides of the campus pathway. The air was crisp, and red maple leaves drifted lazily to the ground. From this angle, Maeve looked beautiful. No, she'd always been beautiful. But because of Maeve's personality, the longer people knew her, the less they noticed her appearance. Instead, it was her inner spirit that left a lasting impression. "I've been meaning to ask—do we know each other? Why do