Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 425: Trembling

At the rooftop entrance, Julian Sinclair’s hand trembled slightly, his chest felt tight, making it hard to breathe. He couldn’t even think, his legs felt wobbly as the sound of police sirens blared downstairs.

Julie was taken aback, her gaze wandering and meeting Moira Young’s eyes. Suddenly, she gritted her teeth and said viciously, "Have you ever experienced being slept with by thousands of men?"

Moira Young remained expressionless and did not speak. It’s often the case that pitiful people have detestable traits; she wasn’t some saint.

"What does that have to do with me."

The cold voice struck Julie’s mind, leaving her somewhat dazed. She covered her head with one hand, mumbling, "Yeah, what does it have to do with you, yeah, I..."

Downstairs, the police issued warnings with bullhorns. Some officers quickly ran upstairs, and Julian Sinclair was about to open the door but was stopped.

"Who are you?"

He turned around, looking calm: "The person being held hostage is my wife."

The police looked him up and down, glanced at each other, and agreed to let Julian Sinclair follow them.

A group of people quietly opened the door with a key and walked in, just in time to see Julie dumbstruck, about to rush over unexpectedly something happened.

"Ah ah ah, what’s going on." Julie shouted, and suddenly looked towards the door, "Don’t come any closer." Her hand, previously resting on Moira Young’s collar, now grabbed her neck, threatening wildly.

The police stopped in their tracks, raised their hands to show they were unarmed, "Julie, we won’t come over, relax, relax."

"I want her to die with me." She cried and shouted, about to bring Moira Young down with her.

"Julie." A police officer shouted, seeing Julie calm down, his throat tightened, "Julie, what do you want? We’ll give it all, cooperate with you, okay?"

On the opposite building, the sniper gradually took position, squinting, aiming the gun at the distant woman.

"Cooperate, ha, where were you police when I was raped, when I was bullied, who came to save me? Impossible, impossible, this woman must die, someone has to accompany to the grave."

After finishing, she tried to jump down with Moira Young, and in a flash, Julie’s eyes suddenly widened, slowly becoming lifeless as blood stains spread from the back of her head.

The flung Moira Young only heard a painful roar, the whistling wind echoed, watching Julian Sinclair jump down resolutely after her.

What’s he doing? Dying with her?

What a fool.

Closing her eyes, a crystal-clear tear shed with the wind, knowing she was about to die, her gaze at Julian Sinclair softened.

Downstairs, the crowd gasped in shock, clutching their chests, only to hear a "thud" as the already laid safety air cushion indented in the center.

Adrian Grant and the waiting medical staff rushed forward amid the noise and chaos filling the world.

Julian Sinclair looked at Moira Young, whom he held in his arms, fainted from fright, and smiled after surviving a disaster, leaning over and gently kissing her forehead.

I caught you, and this time I won’t let go so easily.

"Julian, how is it?" Adrian Grant hurriedly followed the medical personnel, seeing Julian Sinclair unharmed, looked at Moira Young in his arms with concern, "How is Moira?"

"Would you two mind sitting up slowly, sir, help lift the lady onto the stretcher." The medical personnel hurriedly approached, somewhat anxiously.

Julian Sinclair looked at the person in his arms, planning to lift her, only to be scolded by a medical staff member, "Don’t want your arm, do you?"

The scolded man remained expressionless, still trying to help himself, Adrian Grant hurriedly took over.

"Let me, let me, if this girl wakes up and knows you did this, she’ll blame me again."

A nurse rolled her eyes at Julian Sinclair and followed Adrian Grant, another nurse helped Julian Sinclair stand up.

The surrounding people gradually dispersed, leaving only the two girls and the doorman giving a brief statement to police, while nearby firefighters guarded the safety air cushion. Suddenly, a girl inadvertently saw Julie’s body covered with a white cloth, black hair scattered, being lifted onto a police car, trembled slightly, raising her eyes to look at the sun overhead and the police insignia in front.

Thankfully, she was subdued.

In the hospital, Julian Sinclair, after being bandaged, sat by Moira Young’s bed without moving.

Adrian Grant was busy, too lazy to pay attention.

"I’m sorry." In the ward, the man spoke in a low voice, filled with deep regret, gently touching Moira Young’s hand at her side.

It was his fault. If he hadn’t followed his heart today, hadn’t listened to her well, she wouldn’t have left in anger. If it weren’t for him, his girl wouldn’t have encountered this situation, suffered such pain.

Looking at the hospital bed, her face swollen, mouth bruised, with distinct finger marks on her neck, his heart felt countless blades cutting through it, causing intense pain, his forehead leaned guiltily against Moira Young’s hand.

Outside the window, the white clouds dispersed, leaving an endless blue.

"Cough." The woman on the bed furrowed her brows slightly, softly coughed, and opened her eyes.

"Moira, you’re awake." Julian Sinclair stood up excitedly, leaning over.

Her pupils moved, vision gradually clearing, looking at the man in front of her, Moira Young suddenly opened her arms and embraced him. Julian Sinclair effortlessly lifted her up despite the pain in his arm.

"I thought, I thought..."

Caressing the woman’s hair in his arms, he softly comforted, "There, there, don’t be afraid."

"Julian Sinclair, how could you, how could you..." As she spoke, lightly hammering the man’s chest, releasing the hug, "Why did you jump down, it’s such a high building, what were you doing, what if there was no mat below, what were you thinking?" Tears continuously flowed down, speaking with some resentment, turning away, unwilling for the man to wipe them for her.

Julian Sinclair chuckled in a muffled voice, speaking gently: "Didn’t want you to be alone."

Moira Young immediately bit her lip, tears blurred as she looked at the man in front of her, "You jerk." Throwing herself back into the man’s arms, tightly wrapping her hands around his waist, squeezing all the air out between them, leaving no gap.

"Yes, I am, but only yours." The man agreed without objection.

Outside the door, Adrian Grant smiled at the two embracing, released the door handle, turned around, and whistled, "Let’s eat." Walking beside him, a young nurse blushed, covering her mouth, quickly running ahead.

In the corridor, not knowing when, the sunset gradually poured in, inside the ward, Julian Sinclair carefully wiping Moira Young’s tear-streaked face with a towel.

"Do I look ugly now?" Moira Young mumbled.