Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 413: Secret Delight

Laura Lowe watched Moira Young and Heath Sterling talking nearby earlier and felt extremely disgusted. Hearing that Moira was unwilling to leave made her even more revolted. Her eyes shifted, and suddenly she came up with a plan, turning around to find a hidden corner.

"Hello, Butler, this is Laura. Have the Master and Mistress rested?"

"Not yet, wait a moment, will you, Laura."

Laura gave a sweet smile, "Alright, no hurry."

After a while, Mrs. Winslow picked up the phone, her voice kindly.

"Hello, Lulu, what makes you call at this hour?"

"Oh, nothing much, I’m just at the hospital and thought I’d give you a call."

Mrs. Winslow sounded a bit urgent, "What happened? Are you hurt?"

"It’s not me, it’s... it’s the young master." Laura said, seeming hesitant.

"He’s injured? How did he get hurt, an accident in the crew? How is he now? Oh dear, I must come over." Mrs. Winslow hurriedly said and was about to hang up to head to the hospital.

Laura hurriedly shouted, "Madam, madam, please don’t worry, the young master is fine now, it’s just his arm is dislocated, the doctor has treated it. It’s so late, you better not come; I’m here looking after him."

"Oh dear, Lulu, you’ve worked hard, but really, how can he be so careless, such an adult but still doesn’t know how to take care of himself."

"Madam, you’re misunderstanding the young master; he got hurt because of someone else." Laura pursed her lips and said with a squint.

"What happened?" Mrs. Winslow frowned a little.

Laura hesitated, "Madam, well..."

"Is there something a mother shouldn’t know?" Mrs. Winslow pondered.

"How could it be, it’s just... just the young master got hurt protecting a girl."

"What girl?" Mrs. Winslow’s face darkened.

Laura seemed to be aggrieved, "Without a word, he pushed aside all his work to take her abroad. You might say, that’s alright, pay some breach of contract penalty, our Winslow family can afford that. But to protect her, he got his arm fractured, and moreover..." She paused, then continued, "If this girl had a better reputation, it might be passable, but she just got shelved by the company recently and there have been many ugly rumors about her. What am I supposed to do, I’m really afraid the young master will..."

As she finished, her tone was nearly tearful.

Mrs. Winslow was exasperated, "This boy, what on earth is he trying to do? What’s that girl’s name? How can she be so reckless? Our Zachary is above her reach."

"Moira Young," Laura said.

"Ah, this young lady. I’ve seen her news online before, indeed a bit troublesome." Then shifted her tone to comfort, "Laura, don’t worry, I’ll call and talk to that boy properly tomorrow, this woman won’t jump too high."

"Madam," Laura said feeling aggrieved.

"Alright, alright, I’ll stand by you. By the way, has that girl left?"

Laura glared fiercely at the wall and said faintly, "No, Madam. I told her to go but she’s stubbornly staying."

"Oh~" Mrs. Winslow was silent for a moment, then said, "No matter, let her stay if she’s there, tonight you’re the one working hard, take good care of that boy."

"Mm-hmm, rest assured Madam, I certainly won’t let the two have excessive contact."

"I’ll call Zachary first thing tomorrow morning, and his father and I won’t go check on him to avoid him complaining about you tattling."

Laura was slightly blushing, feeling Mrs. Winslow’s considerate nature, warmth surged in her heart.

"Thank you, Madam."

"Alright, alright, it’s getting late, you should rest early too."

After they finished talking, they both hung up the phone. Laura looked at her phone, a mocking smile creeped up at the corner of her lips.

Moira Young, let’s see what you can do. Now Mrs. Winslow hates you to the bone, and you still dream of stepping through the Winslow family’s door; it’s simply wishful thinking.

It’s a pity that reality slapped her in the face, for later Moira Young not only entered the Winslow family’s door but was happily welcomed by both the Master and Mistress.

Of course, that’s another story.

Turning around, she walked back to the ward in her high heels, and seeing Moira Young slumped at the bedside, she let out a cold snort and sat beside the bed.

The next morning, Moira Young woke up early, stretching her stiff arm and lazily, seeing Laura Lowe sleeping soundly at the bedside opposite, the corner of her mouth slightly lifted.

This Laura seems aggressive, but in front of Aiden Webb, she’s quite meek. As long as she doesn’t act excessively, it’s not impossible to get along with her.

She glanced at her deeply, didn’t disturb them, quietly washed up, and went to buy breakfast.

Aiden had rested for a night, as soon as Moira left he woke up, moved his arm, felt someone beside him, turned his head and frowned.

Laura Lowe, why did she come here? Wasn’t she sent abroad for business? 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Slowly getting up from the bed, pulling back the covers, he was about to wash up when Laura was stirred awake by the noise.

"Ah, so sore." She mumbled, crawling up from the bedside.

Rubbing her eyes, she looked across at Aiden Webb who glanced at her, her eyes opened wide.

"Young master, you’re awake. How are you feeling, does your arm hurt, should I call the doctor?"

Aiden shook his head lightly and went to the washroom.

Laura’s lips curled into a sneaky smile, was the young master just looking at me, giggle.

As she was happy, her expression suddenly changed. She pulled out a small mirror from her bag, "Ah, eye-gunk, gonna cry." Buried her head under the covers.

After Aiden came out of the washroom, she quickly ran inside with her head down.

The moment the door shut, Moira Young walked in carrying a lunchbox, Aiden stepped forward to help.

"Bro, you’re awake, great timing, the soup is still hot."

Aiden smiled and planned to help, but Moira refused.

"You sit still, you’re now a real national treasure, can’t afford bumps and scratches, you sit down properly, over there," pointing to the sofa beside him as Aiden helplessly obliged, watching Moira bustling about.

"Is Laura awake? Why don’t I see her?"

"Why is she here?" As Aiden finished speaking, he heard the washroom door open.

Laura came out with a somewhat somber face, "Why shouldn’t I come, young master, you’re injured, who else are you trying to hide it from."

Aiden furrowed his brows, didn’t respond, Moira recalled last night’s quarrel, a bit embarrassed, set the meal, and without bearing grudges, said to Laura, "Well, come eat, I even bought your portion."

Laura gave Moira a cold glare, stiff-necked, unwilling to come over, Aiden was the first to pick up a bowl and began eating, Moira looked back and forth, stealthily sat down as well, she was really hungry, as for the rest, let them be.

Laura watched them across eating deliciously, neither approached to call her again, her stomach grumbling from last night’s missed meal, she pursed her lips, braced herself, and sat over.