Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 326 - 218: Serving as Maeve Lane’s Maid

Before leaving, the man’s tone seemed to carry a hint of urgency.

"Take her to the steward, let her receive punishment before getting back to work."

Miles Hughes replied without looking aside, "Okay, young master."

Sylvia Lane watched as Maeve Lane was taken away by Julian Fairchild, wishing she could instantly switch bodies with Maeve!

Miles said calmly, "Get up, come with me to receive your punishment."

Sylvia retorted viciously, "Why? Who is Maeve Lane anyway? She’s just Fairchild’s lover! Without Mrs. Fairchild’s acknowledgment, she will never enter the Fairchild Family’s door!"

"Miss Maeve will definitely become the second young mistress of the Fairchild Family." Miles corrected, "Your current mistake is—showing disrespect to the future family head’s wife."

"You’re just trying to scare me! What does a dog servant like you know? Have you asked Mrs. Fairchild for her opinion? I am the one most likely to marry into the Fairchild Family, to marry Julian!"

Little did she know that Miles chuckled softly, "Miss Sylvia, you might be overconfident. For what you’ve said, I have just this to say—Mrs. Fairchild is respected by all in the Fairchild Family because she is the young master’s mother.

And the family name is Fairchild; the person young master chooses, even Old Master Fairchild cannot make him compromise."

Miles glanced up and down at Sylvia and said calmly, "Even putting all that aside, anyone with eyes can see how much better Miss Maeve is than you. To speak frankly, if I were the young master, I would also choose Miss Maeve without hesitation."

"How dare you speak ill of Mrs. Fairchild! I will definitely tell Mrs. Fairchild that you... Ah!" Sylvia’s voice was abruptly cut off.

Miles glanced at his own hand and frowned slightly, "It’s simpler to just knock her out, why waste time talking with such a woman."

"Throw you to the steward, three offenses should be enough for them to take care of you." Miles kicked Sylvia, who was lying on the ground like a dead pig.

I wonder how the steward is doing now, is he still as strict as he used to be?

The steward of the Fairchild Family was responsible for punishing all the servants who made mistakes, but it wasn’t as simple as it seemed.

Before he became the young master’s subordinate, he spent most of his time with that steward uncle, training under his leadership alongside a group of children.

But now he should be the steward grandfather.

Even after all these years, the thought of his methods still made Miles shiver inwardly.

...

The next morning.

Maeve slowly opened her eyes, greeted by a luxurious Baroque-style bedroom.

The extremely intricate and lavishly chaotic reliefs, with light streaming in from the window, the play of light and shadow was just right.

It was clear this was the masterpiece of a renowned architectural master.

She turned her head wanting to see if Julian Fairchild had gotten up.

But she didn’t expect Julian to be watching her all along.

Maeve instantly remembered what happened last night, although they didn’t go all the way, Julian also didn’t let himself feel aggrieved, fooling around until dawn before they slept.

"Why do you have such heavy dark circles?" Maeve instinctively touched the area under her own eyes, "Do I have them too?"

"No." Julian said muffled, "You promised to reward me, but ended up falling asleep first."

Maeve coughed in a covering manner, "Next time, I’m a bit tired this time."

He leaned over, pinned Maeve’s hands behind her, and kissed her firmly for a while before letting her go, panting.

Maeve’s face blushed from the kiss, her lips slightly parted, looking extremely alluring.

Julian nearly lost control, but he didn’t forget Maeve had a casting to attend today, if she was late.

Then his perks would be gone.

"Come on, I’ll take you to the audition."

"Okay." Maeve steadied her breath, lifted the quilt, and sat up, "By the way, will Sylvia always be here?"

"When you’ve had enough fun, I’ll let her get lost." Julian carried Maeve from the bed to wash up.

"Aren’t you going to see her often then?" Maeve tugged on his collar.

Julian put her down, trapping her between his chest and the sink, looking at their intimate reflection in the mirror, he lowered his head, nibbling on her earlobe while teasing with his tongue, "Jealous?"

Maeve felt a little nervous, in front was the cold sink, behind was the man’s warm chest, and his rough big hand was on her waist, the grip and heat made her blush.

Even while being kissed, she still had thoughts.

Julian truly liked her waist, always liked to hold it, it sometimes made her feel completely controlled by this man.