Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 393 - 340: Taking Keane to the Fairchild Residence (Part 3)

Chapter 393: Chapter 340: Taking Keane to the Fairchild Residence (Part 3)

This is the only grandson of the Fairchild Family!

She deliberately searched for photos of Julian Fairchild when he was young, and Keane is exactly the same person now.

To say he has no relation to Julian, she wouldn’t believe it even if you beat her to death!

Maeve Lane probably just wants to deliberately irritate her, making her heart itch, with such a big grandson here, yet not allowing him to know she’s his real grandmother.

But considering Maeve Lane has had a child with Julian, Mrs. Fairchild decided to forgive her!

However, for safety’s sake, she made a decision.

Mrs. Fairchild walked out the door and stared at Butler Forrest saying:

"Forrest, get a doctor to come, go to our family’s medical group, and carry out a paternity test secretly, without letting Julian find out, collect hair samples from the three of them for testing."

Butler Forrest: "Yes."

"I want to see how she intends to hide it from me once the results are out." Mrs. Fairchild snorted coldly, then said in a somewhat sad tone, "Keane is so big now that he’s only just meeting me. I wonder if he’ll be close to me in the future."

Butler Forrest comforted her, saying, "Madam need not worry, the bond of blood is instinctive."

"Let’s hope so. Go now, put other matters aside, and ask them to give me the results quickly."

"Yes."

...

Soon, Mrs. Fairchild received the test report.

She looked at the content and breathed a sigh of relief: "Trying to deceive me? With this report, let’s see how you continue to hide it from me."

She placed the report on the desk, and prominent on it were the words—samples show a blood relationship.

If it weren’t for the fact that Keane was already asleep at this hour, Mrs. Fairchild would definitely want to hold him tight and kiss him well.

Julian was sent abroad from a young age, but she can make up for Keane well!

Butler Forrest was genuinely happy for Mrs. Fairchild, saying with a smile, "Congratulations to Madam on the happy occasion of gaining a golden grandson."

Mrs. Fairchild listening to this felt very pleased, joyfully saying, "Send someone to prepare now, tomorrow I will take Keane to the ancestral hall to see the ancestors. It has to be grand!"

"At your command."

...

Meanwhile, Keane also received the message passed by that person.

"Congratulations, kiddo, on gaining a pair of parents!"

Keane leaned against the window, his emotions unclear, "You better be responsible for what you said."

"Could it be false? I’ve taken special care to confirm it, hey, you also finally found your relatives. How are they treating you?"

Keane said nothing, coldly replied, "Hanging up."

"Hey, nobody behaves like that..." The phone was followed by the sound of a busy signal.

The room fell into silence once more.

He didn’t know whether this was good luck or if his luck was terribly bad.

...

When Maeve Lane was sleeping groggily, the door opened.

Julian Fairchild returned, wind-borne and dusty, casually placed his trench coat on the sofa, his voice and movements were kept light.

But Maeve, just back, was still light sleeping, and she opened her eyes when Julian was preparing to shower.

The man noticed her gaze, stepped over, touched Maeve Lane’s face, and lightly pecked at her lips, "Did I wake you?"

Maeve Lane closed her eyes and hummed in response.

Her voice seemed to be acting coy.

Seeing her half-asleep, soft and tender state, Julian Fairchild’s lips unintentionally curled up, a sense of protectiveness arose in his heart, he picked her up for a kiss before reluctantly leaving.

After a while, the quilt was lifted, Julian Fairchild felt a bit chilly, he planned to hug her afterward.

But the woman proactively snuggled into his embrace, her small face pressed against his chest, her pale arms wrapped around his waist.

Julian Fairchild felt a tumult of tenderness inside, kissing her forehead, "Why so proactive today?"

"Hmm, miss you." Maeve Lane’s voice was indistinct.

Julian Fairchild tightened his arms and pulled her onto him, his dark eyes contained a hint of a smile, "Then tell me what you miss about me?"

Maeve Lane’s eyes were still closed as she spoke without thinking, "Your looks and body."

A height of 1.89 meters, holding him feels extremely secure.

Yes, it aids sleep.

Julian Fairchild: "..."

The man frustratedly bit her collarbone, "That’s it?"

Maeve Lane found the biting somewhat ticklish, squinted at him.

Her eyes were extremely beautiful, in such a scene and demeanor, truly seductive.

Julian Fairchild, having been on business trips the past few days without the tender warmth in his arms, couldn’t resist such a glance.

The atmosphere gradually heated up.

Maeve Lane lay on his chest, but after a while was pulled by him, her hand pressed against a burning spot.

She foolishly widened her eyes.

Unknowingly, the two had already come face to face.

Julian Fairchild held her waist, his voice hoarse, "What a coincidence, I also missed your... body."

"Wait..."

Before finishing the sentence, every sound was entirely swallowed by the man.