Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 430: Tension

"How can you have these thoughts?" Julian Sinclair furrowed his sword-like brows, tightly gripping Moira Young’s wrist.

"If you were in my place, being utterly hurt by the woman you love most, would you still have the motivation and courage to go on?" Moira Young spoke with a faint sadness, without lifting her head.

Some scars, though long healed, still ache faintly whenever it rains.

Julian Sinclair pressed his thin lips together, his expression gloomy, and finally squeezed out a sentence: "I’m sorry."

Moira Young just laughed, "Forget it, it’s all in the past. Aren’t we doing fine now? Heath Sterling is my friend, I hope you can be polite to him."

"Move back home." When Heath Sterling was mentioned, and remembering he’s living in this apartment, the man’s face darkened instantly.

"Impossible." The woman didn’t even lift her eyelids, coldly refuting.

Julian Sinclair’s face turned grim: "From now on, you are forbidden to interact with him."

After sticking on one corner of the band-aid, looking at the man in front, "Julian Sinclair, what are you thinking? Heath Sterling and I are just friends. Can I not interact with any male friends? Then Adrian shouldn’t come to our home either."

"That’s fine."

Moira Young was speechless, "What are you thinking? Stop messing around."

"He cannot come to our home," Julian Sinclair insisted stubbornly.

"Mr. Julian Sinclair, first of all, this is my home. I can invite whomever I want over. If you’re not satisfied, feel free to leave. Secondly, these are my friends, and I associate with whomever I want. I don’t need to notify you, nor do I need you to criticize." Furious, Moira Young threw down the cotton swab and stood up, "This wound, you can take care of it yourself."

The man, somewhat caught off guard, as his girl was never like this, felt anxious, quickly pulling her into his arms, "Moira, that’s not what I meant."

"Then what do you mean?" Moira Young asked calmly, without struggling, looking at the man in front.

The man’s ears turned a bit red, hesitating for a while before saying, "I’m jealous."

Inside the room, silence reigned, a trace of ambiguity quivering was suddenly broken by laughter.

"Don’t laugh." Julian Sinclair was a bit helpless, looking at the flamboyant woman in his arms, leaned in, and kissed her domineeringly.

A bit entangled, the atmosphere was agreeable.

Moira Young blushed, her voice sweet and sticky, "Fool, haven’t you realized I’m only fond of you? Otherwise, with Heath so good, why would I still cling to you, old and passé?"

The little girl murmured in his arms, the man’s eyebrows and eyes softened into a smile, his tone with a hint of dominance, "Oh? Are you disdaining my age? I’m unhappy, you need to kiss me to cheer me up."

Moira Young poked the man’s brow with her index finger, helplessly, "Take care of the wound first, and have it checked in the hospital later in the afternoon, see if you’ve hurt anything else." This man is getting more childish.

The man couldn’t help but steal a few more kisses, before finally obeying as the woman handled it, a content look on his face, pondering how to deal with the dangerous rival Heath Sterling.

After a while, Moira Young finished up, and the two moved into the kitchen together.

"It’s just the two of us now, what do you think we should eat for lunch? But first, I have to say, my cooking is just edible. If you don’t want to eat, we can order some takeaway or eat out?"

"Whatever you make, I’ll eat."

Moira Young blushed as she glanced at the man, and the two busied themselves in the kitchen.

"By the way, when are you going back to Vesperia?"

Julian Sinclair peeled garlic, saying, "Not going back for now."

"Really!?" Moira Young was a bit surprised, her little head stretched over, eyes glittering as she looked at the man’s slightly lowered face.

The man took the opportunity to lean in, kissing the woman’s petite nose, indulgently saying, "Really."

Moira Young shrank her head, stood upright, and heard the man explain, "There are still some matters that need handling here, also, I’m very worried about you."

"Why worry about me?" Moira Young shook her head with a full face of delight, giggling, Uncle is not leaving.

You say, did this woman just forget the word ’for now’...

Putting down the knife in his hand, Julian Sinclair walked over to wrap his arms around the woman’s slender waist, "I heard AE was troubling you before. I’m back, don’t worry."

The man’s breath brushed against the nape, and the little hairs moved slightly, tickling Moira Young, making her squirm, giggling, "No need, I can handle it. Uncle, I’m capable of standing on my own now. I’m the woman who stands by your side, you can’t always protect me, but if I really can’t handle it, I can surely hide behind you and snuggle in securely, I’m not that silly." Turning her head, she kissed the man’s mouth corner.

Julian Sinclair quietly enjoyed, tenderly saying only one word, "Okay."

"You better get the noodles out, they’re in the cabinet." Moira Young raised her shoulders, the man stood up, obediently carrying out the task. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

The two worked together, resulting in two bowls of tomato and egg noodles being smoothly served.

"You better taste it, see if it’s good." Moira Young urged, eyes full of anticipation.

Julian Sinclair picked a chopstick-full, put it in his mouth, after a while, came another chopstick-full.

The woman on the other side was watching closely, joy bubbling in her heart, "I knew it, I definitely can do it." Having said that, she also picked a chopstick-full.

Outside, clouds gradually rose, the cold wind howled but couldn’t blow away the warm atmosphere indoors.

"Shall we nap?"

In the kitchen, Julian Sinclair washed the last dish, speaking to the woman holding him from behind, never letting go.

"Okay, hug me." The woman pouted, coquettishly saying.

After wiping the water droplets from his hands and letting the woman help him untie his apron, the man scooped the woman up by the waist.

Moira Young encircled the man’s waist with her legs, shyly burying her face into the man’s neck, murmuring softly, "Oh my, you’re holding me like a child."

The man’s chest lightly shook, his eyes and brows soft, "Isn’t that so?"

"Naughty."

Placing her on the bed, he also climbed in, hugged the woman, closed his eyes with foreheads touching.

"Uncle, can you tell me a story?"

The man lightly opened his mouth, "What do you want to hear?"

Moira Young’s eyes sprang open, half-turning over to lie on her stomach, "Anything, it should have twists and turns, good sounding, original, don’t muddle through."

He moved slightly, still embracing the woman firmly, Julian Sinclair’s voice, like a cello, sounded in the room.

The breathing of the woman in his arms steadily slowed, the man bowed his head slightly, leaned over, pecking lightly, "Good afternoon, little angel."

Outside the house, snowflakes fluttered down, dancing for whom, unknown.

Over the span of a few days, Julian Sinclair had responded to everything the little girl wanted, the two seemed to have returned to their earlier days, even sweeter than before. Moira Young just felt the whole sky was incredibly joyous, as if the previous hard days were just a dream.

At the Sterling family’s, Heath Sterling returned home with his cousin, face full of wounds, unable to escape a round of questioning and grumbling from his mother. Fortunately, Heath had come up with an excuse earlier, preventing his mother from uncovering anything.