Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 403: Bittersweet

"You better keep your word," Aiden Webb snorted coldly.

He then turned his head to look at Moira Young, his gaze instantly softening.

"Moira."

Moira Young lowered her eyes, looking at Aiden squatting in front of her.

Forcing a stiff smile, she said, "I need to go to work now. I’ll check on you when I’m back. Remember to eat on time, and if anything comes up, find Heath Sterling, or you can call me anytime."

Moira nodded, giving a faint smile, "Okay."

After patting the little girl’s head, Aiden stood up, squinted at Heath Sterling on the opposite, then turned to walk towards the door.

Inside the room, only Heath Sterling and Moira Young were left.

"Want to watch a video? Recently, Joe recommended a funny content creator to me."

Heath took out his phone and sat on a small stool beside Moira.

The phone played funny videos and sounds, making Heath laugh, while Moira frowned and got up to return to her room.

Panicking, Heath stood up quickly, "Moira, if you don’t like it, I can..."

"I want to be alone for a while," Moira stopped in her tracks, said indifferently, then continued up the stairs to her bedroom.

Heath forced a bitter smile, sat back on the sofa, and seeing it wasn’t early, started preparing lunch.

Adrian Grant got off the plane, rested at home for two minutes, then took some gifts and drove off again.

"Moira, dinner’s ready," Heath knocked on the door, listening closely for any sounds inside. Just as he was about to knock again, Moira Young opened the door and headed downstairs.

"Ding dong."

The doorbell rang, and Moira instinctively looked toward the door.

Heath followed behind, jogging up quickly, "I’ll get it."

"Hey, little Moira, did you miss me? Guess what Brother Adrian brought back for you," Adrian Grant said, ready to give the person who answered the door a big hug.

Heath rolled his eyes and immediately sidestepped, luckily Adrian reacted quickly and didn’t fall.

"What are you doing here?" Adrian Grant furrowed his eyebrows tightly, his expression flickering.

Waving the spatula in his hand, Heath said proudly, "I’m cooking for Moira."

Adrian frowned again, lifted his foot, and walked inside.

"Moira, why does your house let just anyone in?" He hadn’t forgotten that this kid once wanted to compete with Julian Sinclair, only to be easily defeated.

Moira blinked her eyelashes, turned away lightly, "Want some food?"

Seeing the delicious spread on the table, Adrian Grant didn’t hesitate to take Heath Sterling’s chopsticks and bowl.

Heath couldn’t be bothered to argue, so he went to the kitchen and got another set.

At the dining table, only Adrian Grant was talking non-stop.

"Hahaha, you have no idea how the engagement party I went to was; Fiona Rhodes is something else."

Moira Young frowned.

"You wouldn’t believe how sour Zayne Sinclair’s face was. Anyway, I also brought back their engagement party favor..."

"What did you say? What Zayne Sinclair?" Moira Young put down her chopsticks in surprise.

Adrian, who hadn’t noticed Moira’s unusual mood since he came in, found it strange and took a sip of water, "Zayne Sinclair, you know, Zayne Sinclair."

Moira got anxious, "Why did Zayne Sinclair have a sour face? Wasn’t it Julian Sinclair and..."

Before she could finish, Adrian was taken aback.

"Wait, wait, wait, what are you saying? I didn’t get that."

After a pause, Adrian continued, "I was talking about Zayne Sinclair and Fiona Rhodes’ engagement party. Who are you talking about?"

Moira, stunned, opened her mouth wide as tears suddenly welled up in her eyes and fell.

"Girl, why are you crying? What’s wrong? Surely you haven’t fallen for Zayne Sinclair, right?"

Off to the side, Heath rolled his eyes at Adrian, handed a box of tissues to Moira.

"I thought... I even thought..." Choking, Moira felt immense relief, as if she had come back to life.

Seeing Adrian’s teasing expression across the table, she felt embarrassed and wiped her tears.

"I’m going to wash my face."

Without acknowledging their reactions, she stood up and ran directly to the washroom.

"Ah, Moira Young, how could you be so silly?"

She splashed her face with cold water, looked at herself in the mirror, pinched her cheeks, and then, as if recalling something, pulled out her phone.

Seeing the screen filled with blessings for Zayne Sinclair and Fiona Rhodes, Moira felt as if her brain had been wasted.

Without personally confirming it, without directly asking the people involved, she jumped to the conclusion that the groom was Julian Sinclair just because of the names, causing unnecessary concern among those around her.

Now filled with shame, Moira wished she could hit her head against the wall.

Adrian just found it amusing; it seemed this girl wasn’t so resolute about Julian Sinclair after all. His brother still had a good chance of winning the beauty’s heart.

He shook his head, smirked, and continued eating.

Heath felt a bitter taste, a sourness he couldn’t quite suppress—not for anyone else, but for his own unrequited love. He opened his mouth to speak but ended up saying nothing, silently stirring the white rice in his bowl.

In reality, he had no appetite whatsoever now.

It was a good while before Moira came out of the washroom.

She cleared her throat softly, lowered her head, and joined in eating. Throughout, Adrian made a few teasing comments, and she just blushed and played along, acting like a quiet little quail.

After the meal, Heath received a call from Carter Porter and, after greeting Moira, left.

"Moira, I want some hand-ground coffee," Adrian said from the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window, addressing Moira, who was washing dishes in the kitchen.

Moira put the bowl in the sink, peeked out in disbelief, and saw the man comfortably lounging in her nook, covered with her little blanket, holding the script she wanted to read, fully enjoying himself.

She clenched her fist and gestured angrily at Adrian’s head, "Got it, I’ll do it after I’m done here."

This guy was such a master, not lifting a finger to help. Aiden is definitely nicer.

"Here, your coffee."

Adrian lifted his head, narrowed his eyes slightly, and smiled, "Hmm, not bad. You must be tired; come sit down."

Moira rolled her eyes at him, sat down on the small sofa nearby, curled her legs up, and leaned back against the sofa.

After hesitating for a while, sneaking glances at the person next to her, Moira finally spoke, "Brother Adrian."

Adrian continued reading his notebook, "What is it?"

"Why...why is it Zayne Sinclair?" She paused, "Uncle... what about Fiona?" After speaking, she took a sip of the hot cocoa in her cup to cover it up.

Adrian’s page-turning paused for two seconds, then he shrugged casually, tilted his head at Moira, "How would I know?"

Moira licked the cocoa off her lips and said with certainty, "How can you not know? He... You went to the engagement party, you must know some inside stuff, right?"

Adrian ignored the girl’s probing, set his notebook aside, took a sip of his hand-ground coffee.

"NO, even though I attended, it was on behalf of our family. Although I saw your Uncle there, I honestly don’t know anything."

"He’s not part of my family anymore," Moira muttered under her breath.