Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 243 - 193: Three Years Have Passed, Choice (Part 3)
Child.
His only hope now could only be pinned on Maeve Lane having his child.
Miles Hughes comforted, "Young Master, maybe the Young Mistress has also been hesitating during this time."
Julian Fairchild abruptly stood up, a layer of frost appearing in his eyes, "Hesitating, to leave me?"
He suddenly laughed, "In this lifetime, I will never let go."
"Miles."
"Yes."
"Find out where she is." Julian Fairchild felt he had reached the limit of his endurance, the thought of Maeve Lane leaving him and eventually marrying another man to raise his child made him feel like the world should be destroyed.
Miles’ heart skipped a beat, "Young Master, are you..."
"Prepare a plane to Continent S." Julian Fairchild made a decision, his voice chilling, "...if she cannot love me, then let her hate me."
"Hate me forever."
Miles felt something was terribly wrong, "Young Master, you want to take the Young Mistress to Continent S?"
"We’ll leave together." Obsession flashed through Julian Fairchild’s eyes, "She can only stay by my side for this lifetime."
Just at that moment, the long-silent phone rang.
Miles reacted as though he had received a royal decree, "Young Master, it’s the Young Mistress calling!"
Julian Fairchild’s expression didn’t improve a bit, he looked at the phone as if it were a monster.
Miles quickly pressed the answer button!
Young Madam, please don’t say anything to provoke Young Master, otherwise, he might indeed take you to Continent S!
"Julian Fairchild?"
The man’s throat moved, and he let out a deep sound, "Hmm."
"69 Elmsworth Road."
Miles dumbfoundedly stared at the ended call, "Young Master, 69 Elmsworth Road seems to be..."
The civil affairs bureau.
It certainly wasn’t for getting married, so there was only one possibility.
A terrifying storm brewed in Julian Fairchild’s eyes, his face pained, his voice bone-chilling.
A moment later.
In the silent room, the man’s voice was about to break like a storm—
"...Go."
Miles broke out in a cold sweat from anxiety, but he could only worry helplessly—
"Yes."
He didn’t want to see Young Master and Young Mistress come to this point.
If the Young Mistress insisted on divorcing the Young Master today, there would likely be chaos in the world.
The entertainment industry would no longer have Best Actor Fairchild.
Nor would it have Maeve Lane.
The Young Master was about to completely darken.
...
The black long limousine stopped in front of Maeve Lane.
She was wearing sneakers, with a white hoodie and short skirt, her legs straight and fair.
Maeve Lane’s skin was clear, her features exquisite, beneath her long eyelashes were lazy fox-like eyes that slightly turned up, carrying an indescribable allure.
Julian Fairchild stepped out of the car, as if walking into a dream.
She still didn’t know what she was about to face.
Maeve Lane smiled, today she seemed a bit happier than usual.
In Julian’s eyes, it was unbearably glaring.
"Did you bring the documents?"
Julian didn’t look at her, directly walking into the hall.
Miles passed by Maeve, waving the things in his hand, unable to describe it in words, "Here they are..."
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but ended up saying nothing.
The situation had come to this; the private plane had already landed.
Young Mistress, enjoy the last moments of freedom...
Maeve nodded, "Thank you for your care during this time."
Miles wore a bitter expression, "Young Mistress, are you really going to divorce Young Master?"
Maeve withdrew her gaze, her tone firm, "Yes."
It’s over.
Truly over.
He had done his best.
The staff looked at the two in shock, too stunned to speak.
"You two...what are you here for?"
To get married!
Best Actor Fairchild and Maeve Lane!
These two actually reached this point!
Miles placed Julian Fairchild’s documents on the counter.
Julian’s face frozen with frost, he said nothing, his eyes like dead water, unable to stir any ripples.
Maeve placed her documents on the counter, "Not getting married, we’re here to get divorced."
The staff quickly concealed their astonishment, took two red booklets, and looked closely.
They really were marriage certificates!
Married three years ago!
Now they’re getting divorced and only now have people noticed them!
What a revelation from long ago!
Julian’s heart turned completely cold, only when Maeve personally took them out would he give up any hope.
She abandoned him once more.
So decisively, wanting to leave him.
No matter what he did, he couldn’t hold onto her heart.
Julian lowered his head looking into Maeve’s eyes, even Miles thought it was frightening.
Maeve walked ahead, the doors of the civil affairs bureau wide open, in front of her several young couples were upgrading to newlyweds, sweetly kissing.
Envying others.
Out of these doors, the Young Mistress would be taken by the Young Master, to board the private plane to Continent S.
And she was completely unaware.
Miles silently took a step back.
Finally—
