Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 366 - 231: Defending Maeve Lane from Online Attacks 3
After chatting with Sarah Sutton for a bit, Maeve Lane took out her phone again, thought for a moment, and replied with—
[I’m eating.]
[You and Julian? Then why don’t you come back tomorrow.] The reply came quickly.
Maeve Lane didn’t know what Mrs. Fairchild was plotting.
[Is there something going on?]
[Can’t I just ask you two to have a meal without a reason? Maeve Lane, can’t you show a little respect to your mother-in-law?]
Maeve Lane lightly touched the screen with her long finger.
[Respect is mutual, but if I may be frank, you don’t seem like the type to ask me back for a meal without a reason.]
After finishing the reply, Maeve didn’t check the messages again. She placed the phone into a plastic bag and set it aside.
Not long after, a call came through.
It was Miles Hughes.
Maeve Lane pressed the speaker button while eating peanuts.
"Miss Lane, the madam said she wanted you and the young master to come back to the old house for dinner. The young master asked me to see if you’d like to go."
Sarah Sutton widened her eyes. She didn’t mean to listen, but Miles Hughes’ voice was quite distinctive.
Maeve paused, "I can’t get away right now. If Julian wants to go back, he can."
"Well, the young master has already declined." Miles paused for a few seconds and then said.
Maeve felt a bit complicated.
"Then I’ll hang up now."
"Beep beep beep—"
Sarah Sutton moved to the couch on Maeve’s side, "Have you two met the parents?"
Maeve made a "hmm" sound.
"By the way, about the thing you mentioned last time about your baby, you better not have gotten pregnant before marriage, if word gets out it could be a big mess," Sarah said. "But since you’ve met the parents, there should be good news soon, right?"
Maeve nodded, looking at Sarah with a slightly sympathetic gaze.
Not only soon.
But it will be officially announced.
Looking at Sarah’s joyful face as she busily enjoyed her hot pot, Maeve swallowed the words back again.
Forget it.
Even if Sarah knew, she wouldn’t be able to stop Julian.
Julian announcing her...
Just thinking about it is like the rhythm of a trending topic.
Let her be happy for a little while longer.
As Sarah threw in slices of lamb, Maeve’s complex look caught her attention, and she shivered, blurting out, "Little ancestor, are you hiding something from me again?"
Maeve shook her head and looked away, "Nope."
But those words carried a bit of guilty conscience only noticeable to herself.
Sarah thought for a moment, recently she had been sticking by Maeve’s side for filming, and Maeve’s schedule was packed, so there wasn’t really an opportunity to stir up any news.
Thinking this, she felt relieved.
...
Over on Mrs. Fairchild’s end, she received responses from both Maeve and Julian.
Both had declined.
Maeve’s refusal was particularly straightforward!
Julian usually replied to her messages with just a syllable or two, and she had gotten used to it, but after a few days of Butler Forrest’s instigation, Mrs. Fairchild couldn’t help but be worried.
Disregarding appearances, she hurriedly asked, "Forrest, they both refused, so what should I do?"
After speaking, Mrs. Fairchild angrily added, "It must be Maeve who told Julian not to come back! How could she be so ruthless?"
Butler Forrest sighed, "Madam, if you keep that attitude, I’m afraid you’ll never see Miss Lane eat with you calmly."
Mrs. Fairchild glared at him, "What do you mean? Isn’t my attitude good enough? Must I kneel and bow to her?"
"Think about how many times you’ve lost your temper with Miss Lane? Not once have you met without a reddened face, it’s like crying wolf, it would be odd if Miss Lane agreed to dine with you!"
"Then why do you still tell me to invite her?! Are you deliberately trying to make a fool of me?" Mrs. Fairchild’s face flushed with anger.
"This is just the first step. You have to let the young couple see your change, right? Change takes time, if you invite Miss Lane more often, won’t they see your sincerity?"
Forrest spoke earnestly: "Madam, I’ve watched over you for decades in the Fairchild Family, how could I possibly say such things to make a fool of you? That would be really disheartening."
Mrs. Fairchild looked at him and spoke with a slight stutter, "Why, why are you disheartened? I was just speaking casually."
In the Fairchild Family, he’s the only one she can really talk to like this, so most of the time, Mrs. Fairchild is quite tolerant of Butler Forrest.
"I know Madam, you are fundamentally kind, just quick-tempered and can’t stand hearing unpleasant words, but Miss Lane doesn’t know that, inviting her for dinner is just one example, there are actually many things you can do for Miss Lane."
Mrs. Fairchild calmed down, "Like what?"
"For example, that fan group you just joined, helping Miss Lane fight against black fans. Although in real life Miss Lane lacks nothing, her online reputation is quite poor, there’s much you can do there."
