Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 365 - 231: On Defending Miss Maeve Lane from Slander (Part 2)

Chapter 365: Chapter 231: On Defending Miss Maeve Lane from Slander (Part 2)

For instance, during the time when her illness was at its worst, she had many unrealistic fantasies in her mind.

She even couldn’t distinguish dreams from reality for a while.

Is there... a slight possibility?

But this possibility... for Julian Fairchild, it might be a nightmare.

Maeve Lane clenched her fingers.

Forget it, better figure things out first, then talk to Julian Fairchild. It might just be, as he said, that Mom only knows Keane’s parents.

But regardless of the possibility... Maeve blinked, suppressing the emotion in her fox-like eyes.

Maybe it’s time to take Keane to see Mom.

...

Mrs. Fairchild was afraid that Julian Fairchild might leave and never return, but when he followed Maeve Lane away, he didn’t even look back.

Only then did she realize that Butler Forrest was right.

If she didn’t accept Maeve Lane, Julian wouldn’t return to the Fairchild Residence even if he didn’t inherit the family business.

Thinking about this, Mrs. Fairchild became even more anxious.

Butler Forrest noticed her anxiety and suggested, "Why not invite the young master and Miss Maeve Lane for a meal together?"

Mrs. Fairchild’s face stiffened, "You want me to bow to that girl first?"

"You can choose other ways. But... Miss Maeve Lane’s work is quite busy, often in a film crew for three to five months without being seen. If you miss this chance, you’ll have to wait for the next one."

Indeed, the fan group said that Maeve Lane seemed to be resting recently, without other work arrangements.

The earliest job would be scheduled for next week.

Recalling this, Mrs. Fairchild belatedly realized if she remembered too clearly.

But now she didn’t have the mind to think too much.

Butler Forrest was right. If it’s delayed a few more years, they’d already have kids and she wouldn’t even know!

Thinking about grandchildren, Mrs. Fairchild felt an itch, "You see, what’s wrong with being an actress, every time she shoots a film it takes months without seeing her, not being able to stay with Julian. You tell me, when will the Fairchild grandchildren come?"

"Yes, and acting like this, Miss Maeve Lane might not be in a good mood, possibly not thinking about a young master. Besides, the young master is not that young anymore, in a few more years, he will be thirty. When I was thirty, my friends were already having second children." Butler Forrest said.

Mrs. Fairchild paused her steps, immediately deciding, "Then you message them saying I want them to come back for dinner!"

Butler Forrest handed her the phone, "Madam, it’s not face-to-face, but sending them a message yourself can also show some sincerity."

Mrs. Fairchild looked displeased, "Why so much fuss."

But she still took the phone.

She thought for a long time, then typed a message to Maeve Lane and Julian Fairchild.

... 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Maeve Lane was out shopping with Sarah Sutton, wearing sunglasses, her enchanting tall figure of 1.7 meters catching many eyes.

Sarah Sutton looked at their reflection in the mall’s glass and laughed, "I think you should take on the role of a glamorous actress; wouldn’t it just be playing yourself? Anyway, recently entertainment-themed dramas are quite popular."

"I’m more interested in historical dramas, like a general or something." Maeve Lane curled her lips.

Sarah Sutton raised an eyebrow, "Didn’t you get enough with Eliza Grant’s last time?"

"Not enough. My role in Eliza Grant’s was too small," Maeve Lane admitted.

"Then I’ll see if there’s such a script. If there’s no general role, maybe you could try a leading woman script." Sarah Sutton suggested, "I think in the next three years, dramas featuring strong female leads will be popular, with leads who are ruthless and steadily rising in power.

Maeve Lane had no objections, "Sounds good."

"I happened to see a script yesterday, I’ll send it to you later. I was in talks with them about it, thought you might like to take a look."

"Sure."

Sarah Sutton chuckled, "Alright, then let’s go have some hot lamb stew! It was so difficult to book this place, I’ve booked a two-person room a week in advance."

"Okay."

Once inside and having ordered dishes, Maeve Lane took out her phone, ready to put it in the plastic bag provided by the restaurant, but noticed a text message notification.

She took out the phone and opened it.

It was an unfamiliar number.

[Have dinner at the Fairchild Family tonight, bring Julian.]

This tone.

Maeve Lane looked down at the signature—your mother-in-law.

Maeve Lane couldn’t help but have her eyelid twitch, instinctively said, "What’s going on?"

Sarah Sutton leaned over, "What? Do you want to order something else?"

"No, I don’t even know how to say it." Maeve Lane put the phone into the plastic bag.