Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 370 - 333: A Kiss to Proclaim Sovereignty

Maeve Lane glanced briefly at Mrs. Fairchild and said, "No need, I’ll be flying to Corvallo tomorrow, so it doesn’t matter where I stay."

Mrs. Fairchild became anxious, "What about Julian? Is Julian leaving too?"

Julian Fairchild stood up and said, "There’s a lot of work at the company, it’s too far from here to be convenient."

Seeing that the two of them were about to leave, Mrs. Fairchild couldn’t say a word. At this time, Butler Forrest stepped forward and said:

"Young Master, it’s snowing heavily outside, and with Miss Lane traveling back and forth and needing to catch a plane tomorrow, I’m afraid it might be too taxing on her body. It would be better to stay here for the time being and leave when the weather clears up."

Mrs. Fairchild’s eyes lit up; Forrest was indeed clever!

Julian Fairchild would leave because of Maeve, and he would stay because of Maeve!

Sure enough, as soon as he said this, Julian Fairchild grabbed Maeve Lane’s wrist, pulling her into his embrace, "It’s snowing outside, let’s leave another day."

Maeve Lane frowned slightly and looked at the weather outside the window, seeing hail mixed with a snowstorm, it did look quite severe.

She hesitated and said, "Can’t we go back? We could ask someone to drive the car in..."

Julian Fairchild was genuinely worried about Maeve Lane’s health.

Yara Payne had mentioned before that Maeve Lane’s body type tends to be cold, and even in summer, she’s cold like a block of ice.

Shooting in the small town for several months, staying up late and waking up early every day, and having to get up at four or five in the snowy weather to do styling and keep up with the schedule.

After these months, her already slender frame became even thinner.

"There are plenty of supplements here, why not stay for a while to recover," Julian Fairchild suggested, "Besides, the roads were icy when we arrived, it’s not safe."

Maeve Lane couldn’t resist the concerned look in his eyes and nodded.

Julian Fairchild ruffled her hair, his voice low and with a smile, "Good girl."

Maeve Lane smiled helplessly.

Seeing Julian Fairchild had persuaded Maeve Lane to stay, Mrs. Fairchild also said, "You should relax a bit, then go to your room to get warm, the room is the same one she stayed in before."

Miles Hughes bowed to Mrs. Fairchild and then followed Julian Fairchild and Maeve Lane as they left.

Watching their backs, Mrs. Fairchild breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thankfully you’re quick-witted, otherwise they would have left."

Butler Forrest said, "This is just the beginning, ma’am, you’ve already taken the first step, the rest won’t be hard."

"What a bother..."

"Think of your grandson."

Mrs. Fairchild forced herself to retract her previous look of disdain.

Mila Miller felt incredibly uncomfortable. She was clearly getting closer to Julian Fairchild, but Maeve Lane was like a thorn in her side!

Why did she have to get in the way!

"Michelle, have some more food, there are many dishes here that haven’t been touched yet," Mrs. Fairchild enthusiastically invited.

Seeing Mila Miller’s expression wasn’t good, Mrs. Fairchild immediately thought of that scene just now, comforting her by saying, "Don’t take Julian’s words to heart, I’ll explain it to you later, just pass along your thanks, he probably didn’t dwell on it, so you shouldn’t keep thinking about it."

Butler Forrest looked at Mila Miller meaningfully, a thoughtful look passing through his eyes.

Mila Miller held back her frustration, "Mrs. Fairchild, I don’t think Mr. Fairchild forgot my matter. It’s definitely because of Maeve. With her around, Mr. Fairchild can’t acknowledge it."

"What’s wrong with acknowledging it, isn’t saving someone a good thing?" Mrs. Fairchild was puzzled.

Mila Miller rubbed her eyes, her eyes rimmed red, "You saw it just now, Mr. Fairchild clearly wanted to say something, but Maeve kept glaring at him, so Mr. Fairchild didn’t want to upset Maeve.

But I also want to understand, it’s clearly a good thing, so why doesn’t Maeve Lane let Mr. Fairchild accept my thanks, it makes me feel so sad."

Mrs. Fairchild rarely faced delicate girls like Mila Miller; Maeve Lane was even more audacious, and Sylvia Lane was so timid, she didn’t dare raise her voice.

Mila Miller would cry at the slightest provocation, which made Mrs. Fairchild have a headache, plus she was the daughter of a relative, Mrs. Fairchild didn’t know what to say for a moment.

Mila Miller sobbed in grievance, and Mrs. Fairchild indeed felt that it was Maeve Lane’s fault, so she went along with her words, "Maeve is spoiled by Julian, she doesn’t even respect me, let alone others. If she’s displeased with you, I can’t do anything about it."

"So are you planning to let her have her way in the future? Mr. Fairchild isn’t a criminal, why should he be controlled by Maeve Lane all the time," Mila Miller argued on behalf of Julian Fairchild, "And Mr. Fairchild is a film emperor, he will have to work with many actresses in the future, does Maeve Lane have to manage all of that too?"