Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 229 - 188: Julian, How Can You Say Such Things!
"Do elders have the right to just tell people to get lost?"
Maeve Lane replied, "If you were my peer, you’d be speaking to me from the ground right now."
Mrs. Fairchild chuckled with anger, "Maeve, you’re quite something!"
"The feeling’s mutual." Maeve faced her, "And please, Mrs. Fairchild, stop testing my patience."
"Who gave you such audacity, Maeve?" Mrs. Fairchild was incredulous.
— "I did."
Everyone present was startled and turned to look at where the voice came from.
At some point, another helicopter had landed on the tarmac, even more luxurious than Mrs. Fairchild’s.
Butler Forrest had intended to warn Mrs. Fairchild, but Miles Hughes signaled him to remain silent.
Miles’s intentions aligned with the young master’s, so he kept his mouth shut.
Maeve, with her back to him, hadn’t noticed when Julian Fairchild had arrived, but the moment she heard his voice, she knew it was Julian.
Mrs. Fairchild’s expression completely changed upon seeing Julian; a delighted smile appeared on her face, "Julian, why are you here? You didn’t tell mom."
After speaking, she didn’t forget to sternly order, "What are you all standing around for? Escort Maeve out."
Butler Forrest nodded in agreement.
But Miles was quicker, stepping to Maeve’s side, "Madam, the young master is here to take Miss Maeve away."
Mrs. Fairchild’s smile froze.
Almost simultaneously, she recalled what Julian had said earlier.
[Maeve, who gave you such audacity?]
[I did.]
Julian’s brow was tightly furrowed, his entire presence exuding intense displeasure.
He didn’t look at Mrs. Fairchild but instead went to Maeve’s side, speaking in a deep voice, "Why didn’t you tell me you were coming to see her?"
Maeve’s mood wasn’t great either, she simply replied, "Forgot."
Everything happened suddenly, and as soon as she left the film studio, she was picked up by Butler Forrest.
Julian took off his coat, wrapped it around Maeve, and... landed a kiss on the top of her head.
This gesture was a bolt from the blue for Mrs. Fairchild!
She trembled, "Julian, how could you...?"
Maeve’s reaction was rather calm, not even batting an eyelid.
Julian didn’t say much, gripping Maeve’s cold hand tightly, "Why are you so cold?"
Maeve withdrew her hand from his grasp, "Nothing, it’s just a bit windy."
A flicker of pain crossed the man’s eyes, and he bent down to lift the girl horizontally into his arms.
"Julian, how can you hold her! She’s Maeve! The one you are supposed to marry is Sylvia Lane!" Mrs. Fairchild had completely lost her composure; she never imagined that Julian would show no intention of hiding in front of her, telling her that Maeve was the one he was protecting!
Maeve’s exposed long legs were also wrapped in Julian’s coat, leaving only her fair face visible. Julian felt like he was holding a piece of ice jade.
"I won’t marry Sylvia Lane." Julian looked at Maeve and said, "In this lifetime, the only woman I will marry is Maeve."
He carried Maeve towards his helicopter. Miles gave Mrs. Fairchild a polite bow and followed Julian.
"Julian, how can you say such things!" Mrs. Fairchild had been processing what he said for a long time, chasing after them in her high heels. But she stumbled, her hands scraping against the gravel path, leaving bloody streaks.
Butler Forrest was shocked, "Madam, are you alright!"
Then he called out to the nearby attendants, "Quick, someone come!"
Upon seeing this, the onlookers quickly summoned a doctor, fortunately, everything was well-equipped here.
Mrs. Fairchild felt a piercing pain, and by this time, Julian had already left with Maeve.
Her Julian had left with the girl she despised the most!!
And he said, he would marry no one but Maeve!
At this thought, Mrs. Fairchild became even more agitated, eventually fainting from anger...
...
Inside the cabin, Julian was still holding Maeve.
The interior was a hundred times more luxurious than outside.
The living room, bedroom, projection room, kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, etc., were all present.
There was even a guest room.
In Aurelia, there were probably very few people aside from the Fairchild Family who dared to travel like this.
The man’s embrace was like a furnace, but Maeve was hard to warm; her pale face remained cold, as did the hand he held all the while.
Miles and any unrelated personnel had long stepped aside.
Now it was just Maeve and Julian in the cabin.
Maeve said not a word, maintaining silence; he even thought if Maeve were to vent her anger on him, he wouldn’t feel as uneasy as he did now.
"What did she say to you?"
Julian had ordered preparations as soon as he received news from Miles but still came a few steps too late.
