Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 420: Reunion

She pouted her lips, her nose slightly sour, and muttered, "So annoying."

She also wanted to have a family.

Tears rolled down her eyelids onto her cheeks. Grievously, she took out her phone, her finger lingering over Julian Sinclair’s number. Seeing those three words, all the sadness, grief, and heartache surged forward. She covered her eyes with the back of her hand, and started to sob.

She missed him so much. Julian Sinclair is such a big jerk.

Muttering and raging, she still didn’t have the courage to press it. She was afraid no one would answer, and even more afraid that if he did, she’d be misunderstood and humiliated again.

Frustrated, she threw the phone aside, crying as she entered the bathroom. Looking at herself in the mirror, she thought of home—she was the only one there. Celebrating the New Year alone felt pathetic. She had stubbornly refused Aiden Webb’s invitation and sent him away, feeling lonely, she cried her heart out.

That crying, however, seemed to vent her frustration, and soon she turned around and began tidying up her apartment, immersing herself in the act of cleaning.

It was only by the afternoon that she finished cleaning, made something to eat, and carried a plate into the screening room.

"Ding dong, ding dong."

Picking up her phone, she saw the New Year’s wishes and greetings from Heath Sterling, Carter Porter, Joe, and others. She replied to each one and sent a photo to Aiden Webb.

At the Sterling family, Heath received Moira Young’s message. After some words, knowing that she was spending the holiday alone at home, he couldn’t sit still. Seeing no one downstairs, he planned to sneak out.

"Where to?" Mrs. Sterling asked flatly.

Heath coughed, "Nowhere, just going for a walk."

Mrs. Sterling snorted coldly, "Heath, don’t say I didn’t warn you. If you dare to go see that Moira Young again, don’t blame me for being unkind."

Heath frowned, "Mom, she’s the one I like, you can’t treat her like this."

"Fine, then stay away from her. Remember, a daughter-in-law of the Sterling family can never be her."

Feeling it was useless to argue with his mother, not wanting to fight during the New Year, he suppressed his anger: "I’m heading back to my room."

Watching Heath’s frustrated back, Mrs. Sterling took a sip of tea and said, "Inconsiderate."

Ding dong ding dong...

"Coming." Hearing the doorbell, Moira Young sprang up from the couch and ran to open the door.

"Surprise, Happy New Year, Moira." Carter Porter and Melody jumped out from the side.

Moira Young widened her eyes in delight and said, "Why are you guys here? Come in quickly."

"Ah, we’re not here to come inside. We’re here to invite you." Carter made a stopping gesture.

Melody chimed in, "Yes, we’re here to take you to celebrate the New Year."

"Take me, celebrate New Year?" Moira Young looked at the two of them, incredulous.

"Yes, really. You’re holed up at home by yourself during the New Year. Come to my house. My parents heard I have a friend who’s an actor, and they all want to meet you." Melody moved forward and held Moira Young’s hand.

"Yeah, indeed. But if Moira doesn’t want to go to your house, she can come to mine. Though there are more guys there, so don’t mind us, Moira." Carter added.

Melody disagreed, "Why, she should come to my house, Moira, come to my house."

"Why?" Carter retorted.

Watching the two argue over her, Moira Young felt touched and chuckled, "Alright, you two." Saying this, she stepped out of her room, pushing them towards the elevator.

"I’m not going to anyone’s house, you should go home. It’s exactly the busy time for families, aren’t you afraid of getting into trouble coming out here?"

Without caring for their protests, Moira directly pressed the elevator button.

Melody turned around, anxiously saying, "Moira, just come to my house for the New Year." She paused, exchanged a glance with Carter, "You... you’re alone this year, I..."

Moira Young interrupted her with a smile, "Alright, I know what you’re going to say. I can manage on my own. If I was scared, I would’ve asked my brother to take me with him when he left. I’ve never celebrated New Year by myself. This is a chance to try. It might even help my acting career."

"Moira, you, Heath..." Carter started to speak when the elevator’s sound was heard.

Moira Young quickly pushed the two into the elevator, stepped out, waving her hand. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Melody held the open door button, reluctant to let go, pouting.

"Quickly, be good, or there’ll be no red packet for you tomorrow." Moira Young said sternly, threatening them.

Carter frowned, knowing the situation was set in stone. He moved forward to release Melody’s hand, receiving a glare from her.

Turning his face back with a smile, he said to Moira Young, "Moira, we’re heading back. We’ll message you later, don’t hesitate to call us, whether it’s New Year or not, if something comes up. In a few days, we’ll plan to head to the outskirts with Heath for some fireworks, join us then."

"Alright, phone contact it is."

With that, the elevator doors slowly closed. Watching Melody getting angry at Carter, Moira Young couldn’t help but laugh, shook her head, turned, unlocked the door, and went back inside.

Surveying her surroundings, she cheered herself on, then called out into the house, "Happy New Year!" She patted the arm of the sofa, lifted her foot into the screening room, and continued watching the movie.

Carter sent a voice message to Heath after getting downstairs: "Heath, Moira doesn’t want to leave, so we had to return."

Heath Sterling frowned deeply, sighed, and replied: "Understood."

Carter and Melody were sent by him. Since he couldn’t leave, he wanted others to cheer Moira Young up. A holiday spent alone, no matter what, was always putting on a brave face.

Unfortunately, things never went as hoped. He lay back onto his bed in despair, casting a bitter look at the ceiling, silent.

Vesperia.

"Are the tickets booked?"

"Yes, President Sinclair."

"Let’s go."

"Yes, President Sinclair."

The plane was filled with travelers returning home.

On New Year’s Eve, Moira Young woke up early, grabbing the Spring Festival couplets and started posting them at the door. Working alone, she had to prepare the glue in advance, measure the positions, focusing meticulously to avoid posting them crookedly.

"Alright, mission accomplished." Admiring her handiwork, she happily returned inside.

With the window paper in hand, she started running around plastering them up, meanwhile getting the prepared morning porridge cooking.

Amidst her busyness, she heard the doorbell ring. Pausing in astonishment as someone actually knocked at her door at this time, she climbed down the window sill, slipped on slippers to answer. But then she heard her phone ring in the bedroom and, noting the doorbell had stopped, she turned back to answer it.

Eyebrows raised at the unfamiliar number on the screen, she answered, "Hello?"

A clear, indifferent voice echoed through the receiver, straight into Moira Young’s ears: "Open the door."

Moira Young’s heart skipped a beat, reflexively running out.

The person outside took one look at Moira Young wearing cartoon pajamas. An barely noticeable smile flickered in his eyes as he walked in with a stern face.

Moira Young’s mouth slightly open, eyes fixed on the person entering, turned as he moved.

He looked around, noticed the half-finished window cutouts, and said, "Shut the door, keep posting."