Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud Chapter 41: I’m Not Disobedient?

Maeve Lane was taken aback for a mont, looking at Henry Hughes’s profile as she spoke, "It’s just a minor injury."

"How can this be a minor injury? Look at how swollen your leg is!" Henry Hughes said with a very serious tone, "If you don’t pay attention, it could beco a chronic problem."

She originally wanted to retort, but Henry Hughes’s expression was so anxious that she couldn’t find the words, so she comforted him, "It’s fine, it’ll be okay in a while."

In Henry Hughes’s arms, Maeve Lane’s calf was now exposed. Her black trousers made her legs look particularly white, so much so that in the sunlight, the glare was almost blinding, making the glaring bloodstains even more conspicuous.

What wasn’t a very serious injury now seed sowhat alarming.

Julian Fairchild saw this and a flicker of sothing unreadable passed through his eyes; he followed Henry Hughes.

Henry Hughes carried Maeve Lane quickly, and from Julian Fairchild’s angle, he could see Maeve Lane’s slender white fingers clutching onto his clothes.

Julian Fairchild felt that those clothes were sowhat obtrusive.

...

After bandaging the wound, only then did Henry Hughes’s furrowed brow relax, but his tone wasn’t any better, "Do you know that you’re a girl? Isn’t it dangerous to play with those things?"

Here we go again; why does everyone feel the need to scold her today...

Maeve Lane felt a bit annoyed, but seeing that Henry Hughes was concerned about her, she explained patiently, "This was an accident."

Henry Hughes nagged and instructed about many other things, talking himself into thirst.

When he turned to find so water, suddenly, he t Julian Fairchild’s pensive gaze.

Only then did Henry Hughes rember Julian Fairchild was also there and awkwardly said, "Julian, why weren’t you watching over her?"

Julian Fairchild placed the bandages on the side table and said, "Does she look like soone who listens?"

Maeve Lane, ordered to lie on the bed and rest, spoke in a disgruntled tone, mumbling, "I don’t listen? I’ve practically been living like a saint these days."

Truly frustrating.

If she ever catches up to Julian Fairchild, she would definitely make him pay it all back.

Henry Hughes couldn’t quite describe his feelings; he hadn’t seen them for a few days, and the relationship between Julian Fairchild and Maeve Lane seed to have... progressed rapidly.

Since when does Julian accompany girls to do such things?

He’d never seen it before.

Julian Fairchild heard Maeve Lane’s words and glanced at her injured leg without making it obvious.

His thin lips pressed slightly tighter, and he said to Henry Hughes, "Watch over her, I’ll go get them to bring lunch here."

"Okay."

After Julian Fairchild left, he didn’t rush to The Sandalwood Hearth. He picked up his phone and dialed a number.

The music hadn’t played for even a second before it was answered, so quickly it made one wonder if the person was waiting for Julian Fairchild’s call.

A respectful voice ca through the receiver—

"Young Master."

Julian Fairchild let out a low "hmm" from his throat, "Who is handling the project at Palova?"

There was a mont of silence on the other end before a na was ntioned.

Then he heard his young master’s cold, slightly angry voice—

"Have them shut down the climbing project at Valemore Cliff imdiately."

Julian Fairchild’s status in the Fairchild Family was second only to the old Family Head, so much so that the person on the phone was extrely respectful and obedient, "Yes."

Julian Fairchild hung up the phone, glanced at the ti on his phone: 1:30 PM.

He planned to make a call to have soone prepare and deliver the food, when an abrupt ring sounded.

He looked down, seeing the caller ID: [Grandfather].

Impatience and resistance flashed through Julian Fairchild’s eyes, and after several seconds, he answered the call.

A voice, old yet authoritative, ca through—

"Julian, I heard you went to Palova today?"