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Painting Room

Maverick looked at Elenore, "I hope it is not you. This kind of behavior is very childish and boring, but I think it is necessary for me to ask you face to face. You know that I can investigate it."

"You just thought it was me," Elenore said with a sad face.

She smiled bitterly, "Do you think I'm such a stupid person? If it really was me, would there be a need for me to be so rough? What's more, why would I do this? Do you think I'm jealous? You ... Do you think I have any other thoughts about you?"

Maverick frowned.

Elenore said, "It has been so many years. You should know that we are friends. If I really had other thoughts about you, why would I wait until now? I'm straightforward. There is no need to play such childish tricks, right?"

Maverick did not make a sound.

"If you think it's me, I have nothing to say."