Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 306 - 211: Competing with Him for Maeve Lane’s Attention_3

Chapter 306: Chapter 211: Competing with Him for Maeve Lane’s Attention_3

Jace Keane shivered, not knowing why, he felt like this uncle was really angry.

Even though when he interacted with him before, this uncle never showed a good face, there was just an indescribable feeling this time that his anger was different than any other time.

Maeve Lane lightly wiped away a tear, smiled and said, "I’m not angry, I just don’t know why I suddenly feel very heartbroken."

Julian Fairchild furrowed his brows tightly and carried Maeve Lane in a princess hold, "Then don’t look at him anymore."

Jace Keane heard this, and a strong sense of disappointment emerged in his heart.

This sister’s scent is very pleasant, warm like the sun.

But, she doesn’t seem to like him very much.

He hung his little head, looking at his slightly peeling small shoes, his fine brows furrowed, as if in self-blame.

Suddenly.

A warm hand held his small hand.

Jace Keane raised his head in astonishment.

He saw the beautiful sister with a slight curve on her lips, and the handsome uncle standing behind her with an unpleasant expression.

Maeve Lane patted his furry head and smiled, "Get in the car."

"Okay! O(≧▽≦)O!"

...

Aurelia.

Bare branches towered high.

The weather forecast said there would be snow in the coming days, reminding citizens to keep warm.

A global limited edition Maybach with all "8" license plate numbers shuttled between various high-end malls.

The back seat was already piled full of packages large and small, needless to say about the trunk.

Even Julian Fairchild, "exiled" to the passenger seat, was holding one.

Miles Hughes looked at the young master’s restrained and aggrieved expression and laughed again.

"Not interested in your year-end bonus anymore?"

"I want it, I want it!"

Miles Hughes quickly retracted his gaze and drove seriously, "Miss Maeve Lane, where are we going now?"

Maeve Lane was talking to Jace Keane, upon hearing this, she paused and asked Jace, "Do you want to go home? Shall we send you back?"

Saying this, Maeve Lane felt a little disappointed in her heart.

"Jace ran away from home, Jace doesn’t want to go back!"

Maeve Lane tidied up his clothes, "Running away from home is wrong, otherwise your family would be so worried."

"He’s not Jace’s family." Jace’s little face scrunched up like a bun, "Jace did a paternity test a long time ago, that drunken and violent man isn’t Jace’s dad at all."

Maeve Lane furrowed her brow, "Paternity test?"

This child knows so much?

Jace didn’t want to say more, "Anyway, Jace doesn’t want to go back."

"Then where do you want to go?"

Jace Keane suddenly showed a shy expression, "Jace wants to go with the pretty sister."

Julian Fairchild’s voice sounded gloomy, he sneered coldly, "In your dreams!"

Maeve Lane looked seriously at Jace, "No way."

Julian Fairchild raised his eyebrows slightly, a curve appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Little rascal.

Letting you monopolize my woman all afternoon is the limit.

Once Zoe leaves, you won’t be able to see her again.

However.

Maeve Lane continued, "Let’s have sister meet the man you’re talking about first, if he agrees, you can stay with sister for a while."

Jace seemed very smart, but she couldn’t be sure whether what he said was true or false.

After all, being someone else’s child, if she just took him away like this, Jace’s family would surely be worried sick.

It’s hard to explain this feeling. Maeve Lane felt like she had a strong connection with this kid.

Every bump and bruise, even a simple frowned brow, would tug at Maeve’s heart, with a sharp pain.

Julian, who had been holding back all afternoon, couldn’t endure it any longer, "Zoe, are you going to take this little imp home?"

Jace Keane immediately let out a cheer:

"Sister is so good! Long live sister!"

Maeve Lane looked up at him, her eyes slightly curved, "Mm, if his guardian agrees."

Julian Fairchild’s face turned sour, his tone changed with anger, "I haven’t even moved into your apartment, and now you’re letting another man steal a march?!"

Maeve Lane covered Jace Keane’s ears, "He’s just a five-year-old kid, besides, my apartment has two guest rooms, it doesn’t matter if he stays for a while."

Julian Fairchild gritted his teeth, "No way!"

Jace Keane stuck his tongue out at Julian Fairchild, and then clambered onto Maeve Lane’s lap, his little face rosy, "Sister, let’s go now, there’s someone who wants to take Jace away, he’d definitely agree."

Watching Maeve Lane comforting Jace Keane, Julian Fairchild suddenly thought, if Maeve Lane had a child in the future.

Wouldn’t it mean there’d be a little brat vying for Maeve Lane’s attention every day?

The desire to have Maeve Lane give him a child instantly dissipated.

Julian Fairchild’s low pressure was palpable, even though Maeve Lane was sitting in the back seat.

She helplessly curved her mouth, and placed Jace Keane to one side, smiled and said, "Jace, you sit in the front seat for a while, okay?"