Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud Chapter 304 - 211: Competing for Maeve Lane’s Attention

Maeve Lane was carried into the car by Julian Fairchild, Miles Hughes adjusted the seats for the two of them, and then quietly took the driver’s seat on the left.

The girl’s face remained red until she was placed in the seat.

Julian Fairchild’s expression was originally sowhat cold, but seeing Maeve Lane like this, all his anger dissipated.

Miles started the car, and the luxurious Maybach smoothly drove out of the Fairchild Family estate.

Maeve Lane felt a certain spot on her body was still burning with pain.

It was truly embarrassing.

She had to teach Julian Fairchild a serious lesson, otherwise, he’d go even further in the future.

Imdiately, she decided not to talk to Julian Fairchild throughout the journey.

"Why didn’t you tell you were coming here?" Julian Fairchild looked at her and asked.

"..."

"What did she say to you?"

"..."

Julian Fairchild asked several questions in a row but got no response.

Maeve Lane turned her head to look out the window, not looking at him.

A low sigh ca from beside her, and then she was pulled over, the man’s slightly rough hand resting on her waist.

Because Maeve was wearing a cropped top, the warmth from that spot was particularly noticeable.

As if it could burn soone.

She lowered her eyelids, avoiding looking into his eyes.

Suddenly, the man’s large hand moved downward, rubbing the spot where he’d just hit.

Maeve Lane’s face turned beet red, and she couldn’t hold back anymore, quickly grabbing his hand, "What are you doing?"

"Aren’t you in pain?"

Julian Fairchild frowned at the hand brushed away by the girl, "Why is it still swollen?"

"Weren’t you too rough?" Maeve Lane sounded a bit aggrieved, "Even my mom never hit like this, and you actually did."

"And right in front of my rival! I just disciplined her, I could have walked out gracefully, all because of you." Maeve Lane pinched his arm in frustration, "Why didn’t you co earlier or later, why co at this ti, I don’t want to talk to you today."

Julian Fairchild pinched her chin and gave her a gentle kiss, "I apologize."

"You don’t have any sincerity at all!"

"Then what do you suggest?"

"Pfft." A muffled laugh ca from the front row.

Julian Fairchild shot a sharp look.

Miles quickly stopped laughing, straightening up to drive seriously.

Were Young Master and Miss Lane having a quarrel?

That was truly rare.

Young Master and Miss Maeve Lane both had such calm personalities, it seed like nothing could linger in their minds. Miles used to wonder how these two ended up together in the first place.

But now he understood.

It turned out they weren’t cold-hearted after all.

Though Miss Maeve Lane mostly seed like an ice queen, she occasionally had shy emotions like other girls and could be a bit temperantal in front of Young Master, though perhaps she didn’t realize it herself.

"Should I let you hit back?" Julian Fairchild held Maeve Lane’s hand and said.

Maeve Lane was stunned for a mont, her cheeks reddening, "Who wants to hit you."

That action was way too suggestive.

Julian Fairchild hugged her, burying his head in her hair.

The faint cool fragrance on the girl seed to have a calming power.

"I was too worried, it won’t happen again."

Maeve Lane humd twice through her nose, "That’s more like it."

Julian Fairchild’s hand gently caressed her waist, his eyes lowered, "Ever since she took you away last ti, I’ve been worried there’d be a second ti. This ti you ca to Fairchild Residence yourself, barging straight in, how could I not worry?"

Maeve Lane felt quite comforted. She adjusted her position within Julian Fairchild’s embrace, trying to make herself sit more comfortably, "I wasn’t called by your mother this ti, I ca to find Sylvia Lane."

"Her?"

"That ungrateful Sylvia. Previously, Felix Forrest ntioned that Mom’s treatnt was at a critical stage, but Mom repeatedly requested to see Sylvia Lane.

I never expected her to co by herself. I intended to drag her over, but after thinking it through, I felt there was no point in dragging her over.

So I sent her a text, basically saying if she has any conscience at all, she should at least call Mom.

Then she did, and that call directly triggered Mom’s relapse. How could I not be angry."

Julian Fairchild listened attentively, "Hmm."

Maeve Lane felt like she had soone to confide in and continued, "After that, I wanted to settle scores with her. Upon investigating, I found out she was currying favor with your mom at the Fairchild Family."

Julian Fairchild promptly responded, kissing her tender lips, "It doesn’t matter if Mother likes her; I only want you in my lifeti."

Maeve Lane returned his kiss, "That just made even angrier. She even taunted , challenging to co in if I dared, so I went in."