Keane pouted, his little face scrunched up like a wilting bun.
Maeve Lane gave Julian Fairchild a light tap, feeling both helpless and amused, "Why are you bickering with a kid?"
Julian Fairchild stared at her face, his thin lips forming words, "Let him face reality early on and not have any improper thoughts about you."
Maeve's mouth twitched slightly.
"Miles, take this little brat to class."
"Yes, young master." Miles Hughes appeared out of nowhere, scooped up the still struggling Keane, "Off to class, be good."
"I don't want to, I want to stay with Maeve!"
"If you keep causing a fuss, Miss Lane might find you annoying," Miles teased with a smile.
Unexpectedly, as soon as these words were spoken, Keane immediately stopped struggling. He stood there dazed, leaving Miles even more at a loss.
Maeve leaned against Julian, only her beautiful eyes visible. Upon hearing this, she quickly replied, "I won't, I won't dislike you."
