Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 421: Rage

The voice was like a flicker of flame, suddenly igniting the anger Moira Young had been hiding in her heart lately. She slammed the door shut and blocked the person from going towards the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Julian Sinclair, what exactly do you want? Did I let you in?"

Julian Sinclair ignored the agitated Moira Young, turned a corner, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, took the window decorations on the ground, and began putting them up.

Moira Young felt the fire in her chest burn even more fiercely, went up and snatched the remaining window decorations, threw them aside, and shouted angrily, "Julian Sinclair, what do you take my place for? Even if I used to be your puppet, we have no relationship now. I opened the door without thinking, but now, please leave my home."

Julian Sinclair pasted the last corner of the window decoration, faced Moira Young, half-smiled, and spoke coldly, "No relationship anymore?"

Just as Moira Young was about to retort, Julian Sinclair narrowed his ink-black eyes, directly wrapped his arms around her waist, pressed her against the floor-to-ceiling window, and lightly pecked her.

Seeing the man looking smug, Moira Young was shocked and lifted her hand in anger.

"Be good, it’s New Year’s, wouldn’t want it to swell." Julian Sinclair grabbed Moira Young’s wrist, spoke softly, his head slightly lowered.

Moira Young was so angry she wanted to bite him a few times, but being restrained, she struggled a couple of times but couldn’t break free.

"I’ll call the police, Julian Sinclair, let go of me, you..." Before she could say more, the doorbell rang again.

After the two held there for a while, Julian Sinclair brought Moira Young’s hand to his lips for a kiss, and then let go of her.

Moira Young glared at him fiercely, rubbed the back of her hand vigorously, and impatiently went to open the door.

"Ah-ha, my dear Moira, did you miss your brother?"

Adrian Grant was outside, somewhat impatiently waiting, wondering what Julian Sinclair was doing inside. He was about to press the doorbell again when he saw the door open, immediately changed to a lively expression, and gave Moira Young a bear hug as he spoke.

Moira Young rolled her eyes under the weight in her embrace, looked at the few maidservants following behind, and spoke coldly, "What are you here for?"

Adrian Grant sensed something wrong in her tone, laughed awkwardly, quickly entered the house, with the perceptive maidservants closely following behind, catching Moira Young off guard.

"Wow, pasting window decorations, let me join too." Seeing Julian Sinclair pasting them, Adrian Grant wanted to join in, but Moira Young pulled him away.

"Brother Adrian, what exactly are you here for?" Watching Adrian Grant squint his eyes and smile, Moira Young’s shoulders slumped, reluctantly continuing, "You came fine, but why did he come too?"

The two looked at the man still earnestly acting as if decorating his own windows. Adrian Grant grinned closer to Moira Young and said, "That, you have to ask him." He pursed his lips, turned around, and went to direct the maidservants.

"You two go decorate the surroundings, you two to the kitchen."

Watching Adrian Grant’s achievements unfold, Moira Young frowned, went over and gave a few instructions, then turned around to look at the man still standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, biting her lip.

She walked over, waited for the man to finish pasting the last piece, Moira Young spoke up, "We need to talk." After speaking, she didn’t pay attention to the person behind and went upstairs.

Julian Sinclair raised an eyebrow, exchanged a glance with Adrian Grant who was watching attentively, and followed her upstairs.

Moira Young closed the door, stood by it, turned with a cold face towards Julian Sinclair and said, "What are you here for today?"

Julian Sinclair leaned against the window sill, raised his eyes to look, "So far away, how to talk? Afraid I’ll eat you?"

Moira Young’s doe-like eyes glared, unhappily took a few steps forward, seeing the man raising an eyebrow with a provoking look, directly sat on the single sofa by the window.

Julian Sinclair chuckled inwardly, rubbed his thumb with his forefinger, his Adam’s apple rolling slightly.

"Is this far enough, President Sinclair, can you speak now?" Moira Young looked angrily.

Julian Sinclair nodded, leaned back against the wall, his long legs directly stretching to Moira Young’s feet, "New Year."

Moira Young’s expression changed, just as she was about to stand up, Julian Sinclair pressed her down first. He clasped the sofa edge with both hands, first lightly pecked the woman’s cheek, then with one hand subdued Moira Young’s mischievous hands, wrapped her waist and lifted her, pressed her against the wall, and eagerly kissed her.

Moira Young couldn’t break free, looking at the man with eyes closed and a gentle face, her inner anger burning even more fiercely, she resolutely moved her pearly teeth, biting down.

The man chuckled softly, still not letting go.

Tears suddenly pooled in her eyes; she didn’t understand what Julian Sinclair meant by this, they were already apart, why did he still brazenly bully her, using the kisses he used to calm her whenever she fussed, it was uncomfortable, she didn’t want to see him at all.

Tears overflowed, Julian Sinclair only felt a pang in his chest, stopped his actions and slowly let go.

Moira Young seized the chance to kick the man’s calf hard, quickly ran to the side, wiped her lips with the back of her hand.

Julian Sinclair winced in pain, furrowing his brows directly, glanced sideways at Moira Young, sat down on the sofa and rubbed his leg, thinking: When did this girl become so crafty?

"Don’t cry." The cool voice echoed in the bedroom.

Moira Young gritted her teeth, directly snapped back, "Julian Sinclair, what do you take me for? What do you take my place for, a casual fling? At your beck and call, to be played by you, the big president?"

Julian Sinclair’s face darkened immediately, "Shut up."

"Oh, seems I hit the nail on the head." Sniffing, Moira Young continued taunting, "But President Sinclair, you are delusional. Please understand your position. Since we broke up, my place is no longer open to you. As for wanting another obedient puppet girlfriend, please go outside and find one."

"Moira." Julian Sinclair looked deeply hurt, seeing Moira Young taunt him so and ridicule their relationship.

"I’m here today just to make sure you have a good New Year, being alone, I’m worried, and those things..."

"Julian Sinclair, don’t come over, do you still want to force me?" Moira Young interrupted Julian Sinclair’s words, watching the man quickly approaching her, she ran directly to the door, opened the bedroom door.

"Get out, right now, immediately."

Julian Sinclair felt a tightness in his chest, changed direction and walked over, "Moira, don’t be angry, listen to me, okay."

Moira Young coldly watched the man with his head slightly lowered in a somewhat pleading manner, "Speak properly, haven’t I spoken properly before? What did you do? You just came up and... and then not taking me seriously, no, you never truly cared for me, Moira Young in your heart, Julian Sinclair, I beg you, stop bothering me, can you? You were the one who said break up, you were the one who wanted to leave."