Chapter 1835

"Who are you calling crazy?" Liam asked. He had no patience for the gossipers behind his back. When he stepped up to Agnes, her expression fell. She couldn't help but wonder if he was some kind of violent, mentally unstable person. After all, in their world, they never knew what they'd get. Rich kids weren't exactly known for being mentally sound. "Sorry, my friend wasn't talking about you." Maeve quickly intervened by stepping in front of Agnes. Though her eyes were fixed on Liam, they were full of fear—so different from the Maeve he knew. Liam raised an eyebrow and deliberately said, "Is that so? Then tell me, was anyone else staring at you besides me?" He took a step forward and leaned in closer. As he moved, Maeve flinched, and her eyes fluttered shut in instinctive fear. Liam's gaze sharpened. She was this easy to intimidate? It dawned on him that the Maeve from his dreams was so much weaker than in reality. "Do you know why I was staring at you?" Maeve shook her head