Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 368 - 332: Why Are You at the Fairchild Family?
But Julian Fairchild insisted that she warm up for a while longer, so Maeve Lane put her hand back in.
"How many more years do you want to act?"
Mrs. Fairchild’s voice came from the other end of the long table.
Maeve Lane leaned slightly, lying on Julian Fairchild, and said casually, "I’ll act as long as I want, no plans."
Julian Fairchild held her waist in case she slipped down later, and seeing her hair a bit messy, he reached out to tidy it, his deep eyes full of affection below thick lashes.
Butler Forrest could also see that the young master truly adored her.
From the moment they entered, his eyes haven’t left Miss Maeve Lane for a second.
Had he known, he would have advised Mrs. Fairchild not to go overboard the first time she met Miss Maeve Lane.
"What do you mean, no plans? Our Fairchild Family has enough money. You don’t need to go out and work hard filming. If you marry Julian and have kids, what about the kids when you go to work?" Mrs. Fairchild disagreed, "You need a plan so you can leave the industry to support the family later."
Unexpectedly, Maeve Lane didn’t address this question but instead smirked at Julian Fairchild, "Julian Fairchild, what will we do with the kids in the future?"
Julian Fairchild didn’t hesitate, "I’ll handle it."
Mrs. Fairchild: "..."
"Won’t it tire you out?"
"I only hope they won’t cling to you."
Before Maeve Lane could understand this statement, Mrs. Fairchild was unsettled.
"Julian, how can you spoil her like this? Okay, marry her, I have no objections, but pampering her like this, where’s the demeanor of the Fairchild Family leader?"
Julian Fairchild replied leisurely, "First, I’m her man, then Julian Fairchild."
The girl looked up at his resolute chin and called him, "Julian Fairchild."
Julian Fairchild slightly narrowed his eyes at her, "Hm?"
"You looked really cool saying that."
"Not cool at other times?"
"Also cool."
"..."
Under the watchful eyes of Mrs. Fairchild and the Fairchild Family servants, Julian Fairchild unabashedly placed a kiss on Maeve Lane’s sharp nose.
Then gradually moved downward.
Maeve Lane turned her head to meet his advances.
The serving staff could even hear their master and Maeve Lane breathing while kissing.
The temperature in the area soared.
Mrs. Fairchild was too angry to speak, raising and dropping her fingers, glaring at Butler Forrest, "Look at them, what do they look like?! Starting... starting this at the dinner table!"
Butler Forrest wasn’t as stereotypical as Mrs. Fairchild, chuckling, "I think it’s quite normal. The young master is full of vigor, and Miss Maeve Lane is such a beauty. It’d be strange if he didn’t act boldly."
The couple showed off their love openly, kissing soon after speaking, entangled like a couple in hot romance.
Yet as she knew, Julian has known Maeve Lane for six or seven years!
Even by marriage standards, wouldn’t they have reached the seven-year itch by now!
Mrs. Fairchild took several deep breaths.
Butler Forrest comforted her, "Madam, with their deep love, a little prince will surely arrive soon."
Mrs. Fairchild stewed in silent anger.
"Think about it, if Miss Maeve Lane works and there’s a child, isn’t the best person to care for the child you? Then they’ll be loving each other, and you’ll have a grandchild by your side. Isn’t that nice?"
Listening to Butler Forrest, Mrs. Fairchild’s inner anger miraculously began to fade.
"The young master was sent abroad since he was a child, the Fairchild Family hasn’t had children’s laughter for many years. If a little prince arrives, the Fairchild Family will surely become lively, and you won’t always have to wait for the young master to return."
Mrs. Fairchild moved her lips, "You always know what to say."
"It’s all heartfelt," Butler Forrest said warmly.
Mrs. Fairchild sat down and began eating.
Maeve Lane also felt a bit overwhelmed and covered Julian Fairchild’s lips as he wanted to kiss again, "Okay, save the rest for another day."
"Another day?"
"Yes, archive it."
Julian Fairchild raised an eyebrow with a faint smile, "I kissed your lips this time, next time I’ll go down from your lips."
Maeve Lane unconsciously tightened her clothes a bit, "Have some restraint, otherwise it’ll be uncomfortable for you later."
The man chuckled softly.
"Young Master, Miss Maeve Lane, please have your meal."
The servants finished setting up bowed to Maeve Lane and Julian Fairchild.
Mrs. Fairchild looked at the clock on the wall, "Didn’t that girl say she’d come? Why isn’t she here yet?"
Butler Forrest inquired, "Which girl?"
"The Preston Family girl, the one who went to my room before, Julian saved her last time, she came to thank him and accidentally released me."
