Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud Chapter 305 - 211: Competing for Maeve Lane’s Attention

She described that part casually, but Julian Fairchild imdiately thought of the slight redness on her palm.

He gently opened her hand, "Does it still hurt?"

Having already applied the dicine, Maeve Lane didn’t feel much pain anymore, and now she felt nothing at all.

Just a faint sense of cooling from the dicine.

"It doesn’t hurt anymore."

"Next ti in such a situation, call ." Julian frowned, applied so more dicine, personally smoothing it over her skin, his gaze treating Maeve Lane like she was sothing fragile, "She doesn’t deserve for you to get your hands dirty."

"Will you handle it personally?" Maeve Lane lifted her head to look at him.

Actually, she knew how to hit with skill, but at that point, Maeve Lane really couldn’t hold back her emotions.

If mom encountered another accident, the worst scenario that Felix Forrest ntioned could happen.

So, with Sylvia Lane, violence must be t with violence.

"Let Miles Hughes handle it."

Julian responded without a hint of hesitation, resting his forehead against hers, "He has professional training and would definitely hit harder than you."

Miles Hughes chuckled without turning his head, "Right, Ms. Lane, leave it to !"

"This dirty work shouldn’t fall to you, young master."

Maeve Lane smiled briefly, but then frowned, "I also don’t know when mom will wake up this ti."

"Felix Forrest is top-notch in this area, don’t worry," Julian reassured, "Even if he can’t cure her, I’ll keep looking for soone to treat Aunt."

"The world is so big, surely there are so capable people who have the solutions."

Maeve Lane felt Julian Fairchild’s presence was like a mountain, filling her with a sense of security.

No matter what she wanted to do, Julian would accompany her.

He had, invisibly, beco her source of confidence.

Maeve Lane knew that even if she tore a hole in the sky, Julian would help her deliver another fatal strike.

Even if doing so would lead to the sky falling apart.

He would pave a new sky for her, placing her safely while bearing the turbulent storms outside.

So fortunate.

In a mont of Maeve’s emotion, a heavy sound suddenly ca from beside her, accompanied by a child’s cry of pain.

"... Ouch, it hurts Keane."

She widened her eyes in surprise and turned to look towards the trunk, "Julian Fairchild, what’s that sound?"

At this mont, both Miles Hughes and Julian also heard it.

Miles Hughes promptly stopped the car, thinking inwardly, ’Not good,’ "Young master, Keane probably climbed into the trunk when we weren’t paying attention."

Julian frowned and ordered, "Get him out."

Maeve Lane asked curiously, "Who’s Keane?"

By this ti, Miles Hughes had already opened the trunk, the child still trying to escape from his grasp, but that was clearly in vain.

Julian answered concisely, "A little rascal the company found, says he wants to be a star."

Keane wildly waved his little hands and feet, his mouth pouted as if about to cry.

But Julian’s threatening, chilling gaze forced him back.

*Hmm.*

This man is so fierce.

Forget it, not crying anymore.

He looked longingly at the man holding him, sniffled, "Uncle Miles, let down (⋟﹏⋞)."

Maeve Lane raised an eyebrow, the little boy before her had delicate features, with dark pupils and slightly raised eyes, and although his clothes were washed-out with so holes, they were cleanly maintained.

Importantly, even with such a down-and-out appearance, the boy still had an air of nobility.

As she thought about this, she saw Miles release the boy, who dashed over on his little legs to hug Maeve Lane’s thigh, his eyes shining with delight, he innocently smiled, "Sister, you’re so pretty, Keane really likes you!｜д•´)!!"

Julian’s face darkened, his large hand lifting him up like he was picking up a chick.

"Ah, bad uncle!"

"Where do you think you’re putting your hands?"

Maeve Lane laughed, "Julian, why are you arguing with him?"

She held Keane’s back to rescue him, speaking warmly, "Child, what’s your na?"

"My na is Jace Keane! The pretty sister can call Keane~"

"Last na Keane? That’s quite an uncommon surna."

"No." Jace Keane shook his head, his eyes sowhat darkening, "My parents didn’t want anymore, I don’t want to take their surna."

Maeve Lane’s heart suddenly felt as if it was clenched tightly by an invisible hand, and her eyes inexplicably grew moist.

She was a bit stunned by her own reaction.

Julian pulled Maeve Lane up, possessively holding her, without missing the glimr of moisture at the corner of her eyes, "What’s wrong?"

"Did he make you angry?" The man’s voice concealed a trace of anger.