Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 307 - 212: 212
Keane glanced at Julian Fairchild, then showed a pair of cute little tiger teeth, "Okay 〃∀〃~"
"Good boy." 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮
After dealing with Jace Keane, Maeve Lane leaned forward slightly, tugging at the sleeve of his suit—
"Come sit next to me?"
Miles Hughes cooperatively parked the car by the roadside, passersby turned their heads to look at them.
The man in the passenger seat had a stern face.
Maeve Lane felt Julian Fairchild was like a child whose candy had been snatched away, she lightly laughed, then turned her face to kiss his chin, softening her voice—
"Is that okay?"
This sound could almost make any man’s bones feel numb.
Julian Fairchild was not only a hot-blooded man.
He was also a hot-blooded man deeply in love with the woman in front of him.
Therefore.
Miles Hughes quickly grasped the situation, got out of the car, and skillfully opened the door for Julian Fairchild, his actions formal and precise, as if he had done this countless times, resembling a seasoned, competent butler from a castle.
He slightly bowed his head, following which a tall and handsome man stepped out of the car.
This scene immediately caused a commotion of no small scale.
Out of habit and personal practice, Julian Fairchild didn’t forget to take the mask Miles Hughes had prepared when he got out of the car.
Despite this, his inherent aristocratic temperament couldn’t be concealed by the mask even by one percent.
Those deep-set eyes were indeed a masterpiece of God.
The pretty women on the street watched the man standing outside the car door, with undisguised interest and longing in their eyes, and even some eligible women were itching to step forward to ask for something like his WeChat.
But the next second, their high-society dreams were shattered completely.
Because the door of the back seat was opened by the "butler".
A little boy nimbly jumped out of the car, at first glance not looking much like the man, but upon closer inspection, he was indeed a miniature version of the man.
And inside sat a fair-skinned woman with a stunning figure, just showing a small part of her waist made people imagine things.
These two images quickly dissuaded them.
Jace Keane obediently settled into the passenger seat, speaking softly, "Sister, am I being good?"
"Good." Maeve Lane pinched his little cheek, springy like milk pudding.
"Do I get some reward for being so good?"
"What reward do you want?"
Julian Fairchild got in the car with a black face, Maeve Lane’s attention was completely attracted by this little kid, with no focus on him at all.
"I want a kiss from Sister |ᴥ•́)✧."
Maeve Lane chuckled and said, "Okay, bring your face over."
Jace Keane’s little face turned rosy, looking a bit shy, eagerly leaning his face over.
Maeve Lane stood up, bending down to get closer, unexpectedly caught by a jealous man who pulled her directly into his arms.
Jace Keane saw Maeve Lane being embraced by Julian Fairchild, his eyebrows immediately drooped, angrily saying: "Bad Uncle."
"Julian Fairchild, what are you doing? I almost fell." Maeve Lane tried to get up.
Julian Fairchild sneered a little, looking at the woman in his arms still wanting to break free of him, he lowered his head and captured her lips.
Jace Keane was stunned.
Maeve Lane’s face flushed, grabbing Julian Fairchild’s tie, slightly backing away only to be hoisted up again for a more forceful kiss, it was simply unavoidable.
She felt she was almost kissed unconscious by Julian Fairchild!
Even after more than ten seconds had passed since it ended, she still felt her brain was somewhat deprived of oxygen, the scene around her spinning.
Julian Fairchild slightly moved away from her lips, his expression as mournful as if he was the one being pressed and kissed.
Maeve Lane rolled her eyes in annoyance, "Julian Fairchild, enough already..."
Jace Keane blinked his eyes curiously and said, "Sister, Uncle, what are you doing?"
Maeve Lane felt awkward and was about to speak when Julian Fairchild interrupted her.
The smile at the corner of his mouth seemed provocative, "This is something only the closest of people do."
Maeve Lane, embarrassed but not refuting, "Children shouldn’t watch this."
Jace Keane’s eyes instantly filled with tears, like an abandoned puppy.
"Can Sister kiss me like that?"
Julian Fairchild gritted his teeth, "Don’t even think about it."
Speaking, he gave Maeve Lane a warning glance, as if to say, go ahead and try kissing him if you dare!
Maeve Lane both annoyed and amused, it was apparent Julian Fairchild was jealous of Jace Keane.
And doing so quite boldly.
Not considering the age difference between him and Jace Keane at all.
"Wah wah wah... Uncle is bullying people." Jace Keane’s grape-sized eyes welled up with tears, looking very pitiful indeed.
Maeve Lane helplessly said, "Julian Fairchild, stop bullying him."
