Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 322 - 217: Miss Maeve Lane, Young Master Is Waiting for You Here

Chapter 322: Chapter 217: Miss Maeve Lane, Young Master Is Waiting for You Here

"That’s because you were chasing me and I fell." Keane said sulkily, "Would I have fallen if you hadn’t been chasing me?"

Julian Fairchild: "..."

"I see you haven’t learned your lesson." The man loosened his cufflinks and flexed his wrist.

Keane shivered and immediately ran back to his room, locking the door as he shouted, "Sister, sister, block him fast!"

Maeve Lane stood up, just about to speak, when Julian Fairchild lifted her into his arms, "You..."

"Finally gone." Julian Fairchild said, his face darkened, "That little rascal."

Maeve Lane couldn’t help but chuckle, "How did even the kids get fooled, did you just scare him earlier?"

"Yep." Julian Fairchild didn’t blush at all, "He tried to steal my wife, shouldn’t I fight back?"

Maeve Lane moved closer and noticed a slight scratch on Julian Fairchild’s jaw, her heart immediately tightened, "Does it still hurt?"

"Just noticing it now?"

The girl knew he wasn’t in the best mood, so she offered a gentle kiss on his wound, "Shall I put some ointment on it for you?"

Julian Fairchild carried her towards the master bedroom.

"I’ll let you take care of it."

Before entering the room, Miles Hughes thoughtfully prepared to close the entrance door, but Maeve Lane called out to him.

"Wait a minute, Miles."

Miles Hughes paused, bending slightly, "What can I do for you, Miss Maeve?"

"Come over here." Maeve Lane glanced at Keane’s tightly closed room door.

Julian Fairchild, his arm strength impressive, continued to hold Maeve Lane steadily, turned his body sideways at this.

Miles Hughes stood in front of them, waiting for Maeve Lane to speak.

Maeve Lane said the words she didn’t say earlier, "Help me look into Keane’s origins."

Miles Hughes also glanced at Keane’s room, "His origins?"

"Yes, whether it’s his adoptive parents, biological parents, or the grandmother he speaks of, investigate everything."

"Understood."

Julian Fairchild added, looking at Maeve Lane’s serious expression, "Entrust this with Leon and their team as well." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Miles Hughes nodded, "I’ll inform them right away."

After he finished speaking, he stepped out.

Julian Fairchild carried Maeve Lane to the master bedroom, placing her by the bed, and sat beside her, "Why the sudden interest in investigating his origins?"

"Just curious." Maeve Lane didn’t know how to express it to Julian Fairchild, it was a whimsical thought at first, but thinking of what Sarah said, she couldn’t help but want to know more about Keane, "Besides, it’s been so many days, and Keane’s family still hasn’t contacted him, they must be worried."

"If his family shows up, are you sure you’re willing to let him go?" Julian Fairchild took her hand, playing with her slender fingers.

Maeve Lane fell silent. Even though they’ve only been together for a brief half month, the thought of Keane leaving filled her with inexplicable gloom.

"If you can’t bear to, you can adopt him as your godson." Julian Fairchild calmly suggested.

A trace of surprise flashed through Maeve Lane’s eyes, "I thought you didn’t like him very much?"

Julian Fairchild’s expression turned slightly somber but, for once, he refrained from any sarcastic remarks.

All these days, just mentioning Keane in front of Julian Fairchild would make his expression look as if he was ready to eat someone.

The girl gauged his expression, suddenly laughing out loud, "Actually, you don’t dislike him that much, right?"

"Shut up." Julian Fairchild growled, embarrassed and angry, pulling Maeve Lane into his arms, biting softly on her slender collarbone, "I care about you more than I dislike him."

Maeve Lane imagined Keane calling her mom, and a part of her heart seemed to be struck, "Alright, once we find Keane’s parents, I’ll adopt him as my son."

She raised herself from Julian Fairchild’s embrace, then walked over to a luxurious embossed desk, opened a small drawer, and took out a bottle of ointment from inside.

Julian Fairchild watched her actions, suddenly noticing the multitude of bottles and jars inside the drawer, couldn’t help but frown, "Is your anemia still that severe?"

During filming, he hadn’t seen her take these medicines.

Maeve Lane’s finger paused, nonchalantly closing the drawer, "They’re just here as a backup, I haven’t taken them in a long time."

Julian Fairchild’s brows didn’t relax, "Sometime later, have Yara Payne check it out for you."

"Yara is not in the country right now. I’ll contact her when she returns." Maeve Lane sat on the man’s sturdy lap, pouring out some medicinal liquor, applying it gently on his jawline with her fingertips.

Julian Fairchild watched Maeve Lane’s gently lowered eyelashes, saying, "Regarding Sylvia Lane, I’ll need to go to the Fairchild Family."

"Is that why you came back this time?"

"Yes." Julian Fairchild felt where Maeve Lane touched, the warmth spreading through his veins to his limbs, wrapped in her soft warmth, an indescribable comfort, "I will clarify everything with her."