Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 362 - 230: I’m the One He Loves Most

Upon hearing these words, she was reminded of some not-so-good memories.

Clearly, Julian Fairchild also remembered.

He held her tightly and said in a low voice, "If I remember correctly, you played me twice."

Maeve Lane blushed even more and retorted, "What do you mean by ’played’? I just... I wasn’t sure about my feelings back then, was I?"

"The first time, you kissed and ran; the second time, you slept with me a few times and then ran." Julian bit her lip, "Do you know how much I wanted to catch you and lock you up then?"

Maeve was obviously stunned for a moment; she had not expected Julian Fairchild to have such a possessive side, saying it as if it were true.

"Isn’t this my retribution?" the girl’s voice followed his.

"What retribution?"

"In this life, I can only be with you." Maeve Lane sighed and said.

Julian Fairchild’s mouth twitched slightly, "Why does it sound like you’re not entirely willing?"

"You heard it wrong." Maeve remained expressionless.

...

Mrs. Fairchild finished her meal, and Butler Forrest accompanied her for a walk in the Fairchild family estate.

Seeing Mrs. Fairchild looking gloomy, Butler Forrest hesitated for a few seconds before speaking, "Madam, if you want to improve your relationship with Miss Maeve Lane, the first thing you need to do is put down your pride."

"Forrest, are you an informant sent by that girl?" Mrs. Fairchild snorted coldly, "Why should I think about how to improve my relationship with her? She is the junior and should obey the elders!"

Butler Forrest had been by Mrs. Fairchild’s side for decades and knew very well what she was thinking. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

She was just used to living like a queen, unable to swallow her pride.

In the end, Mrs. Fairchild loved her son; since the young master was determined to marry Miss Maeve Lane and even used strong methods, Mrs. Fairchild could only compromise.

She cared most about face and would certainly not let outsiders laugh at the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

So today’s meal, rather than being a gesture for Maeve as Mrs. Fairchild claimed, was more a gesture for herself.

But Miss Maeve Lane was clearly not buying it.

"Madam, your approach is also problematic. Miss Maeve Lane and the young master are in love, and Maeve is the daughter of the Lane Family. Miss Sylvia Lane and the young master never even had any engagement ceremony, not even a verbal commitment. Both parties are single; being together is not impossible..."

Mrs. Fairchild kept a stern face, "Are you saying I’m breaking them up?"

Butler Forrest smiled and said, "That’s not what I’m saying, it’s what you are saying."

Mrs. Fairchild’s expression was somewhat uncomfortable, "Even so, it’s for Julian’s own good."

"Therefore, Madam, if it’s for the young master’s sake, easing your relationship with Miss Maeve Lane wouldn’t be a bad thing. Do you want the young master to come back only once every few years?"

Mrs. Fairchild turned pale, "He wouldn’t dare!"

"Isn’t it clear to you whether the young master would dare or not? In the past few years, which time didn’t he return because of Miss Maeve Lane?"

Mrs. Fairchild remained silent for a long time, standing still.

"It’s just unfortunate that the relationship between Miss Maeve Lane and you seems to have reached an impasse now. If you’re not proactive, Miss Maeve Lane certainly won’t be, so once the young master and Miss Maeve Lane get married..."

Mrs. Fairchild’s heart seemed to tense with Butler Forrest’s words.

Her own son; how could she not know him?

He would indeed do such a thing.

Butler Forrest, seeing the persuasion was effective, felt slightly relieved. He actually quite admired Maeve’s character. Forcing opposition against Maeve would only lead to losses on her part. He spoke earnestly, "However, there are ways..."

Mrs. Fairchild’s face still didn’t look good, but she didn’t interrupt him this time.

"You can learn more about Miss Maeve Lane. Next time you meet, perhaps prepare a gift. Of course, a gift alone won’t do; your attitude needs to improve as well."

"Understand? How do I understand her? Doesn’t she wish to leave the Fairchild family immediately?" Mrs. Fairchild rolled her eyes, "Do you want me to ask her myself?"

Butler Forrest knew Mrs. Fairchild would never do such a thing.

So he said, "Did you forget Miss Maeve Lane is a celebrity?"

Mrs. Fairchild resumed walking, "Knowing that, so what?"

"Then Miss Maeve Lane’s interests should be searchable online."

Mrs. Fairchild frowned, "Do you really think I would prepare a gift for her? If there were to be a gift, it should be from her to me."

After saying that, she waved her hand impatiently, "No more walking, let’s go back."

...

Back in her room, Mrs. Fairchild lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

Butler Forrest’s words circled her ears like a curse.