Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 438: Strange

"He, in order to be with you smoothly, contacted me early, saying cooperation and dealing with those who hinder you, just hoping that when you’re with him, no one can oppose. He’s put in a lot of effort for you, even at the expense of opposing the Sinclair family."

"Then he..." Moira Young couldn’t find the words, her heart trembling violently.

"Hmph, that boy, doing so willingly."

Moira Young bit her inner lip, recalling what Adrian Grant had said before, and then remembered the time they broke up, feeling a deep heartache.

Before she could say anything else, Julian Sinclair returned, talking with Ira Irving for a few more hours before the three of them finally parted.

Back home, Moira Young found it hard to calm her emotions. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"I’ll go take a shower first." She rushed upstairs without looking back, running straight into the bedroom.

Julian Sinclair raised an eyebrow slightly, finding it a bit strange. Remembering the look he caught on Moira’s face when he returned from outside during a previous dinner, he faintly smiled, and went upstairs to wash up in the guest room.

In the bathroom, Moira Young soaked in the bathtub, hugging her knees, feeling uncomfortable and pouting, she murmured to herself, "Moira Young, you’re such a fool, such a fool. How could you not believe your Uncle? Whatever he says is whatever it is, and whatever outsiders say is whatever it is. Without any judgment of your own, you still dream of standing beside him."

Tears streamed down her cheeks, plopping into the water and disappearing without a trace.

Gathering some water, she pressed her face into her palms, making up her mind.

From now on, she would have her own judgment, feeling with her heart everything that person did for her. Regardless of what she encounters, she wouldn’t easily give up.

Uncle, Moira is also working hard, don’t go too fast, okay.

A moment later, with a splash, Moira stood up from the water.

The door made a soft sound as a reddish head popped out, saw that no one was in the bedroom yet, and sped to the bed, diving into the covers.

"Oh my, it’s so embarrassing, ahhhhh." She voiced muffled under the blanket, unable to conceal the embarrassment on the bed.

Recalling the past, when she faced Julian Sinclair, she relied on family affection. Back then, she didn’t know what it meant to be shy. Even when she was in junior high, she still liked to cling to him like when she was a child, even needing him to hold her to sleep at night.

Thinking back now, Moira Young’s face turned even redder; back then, she was truly bold and reckless.

Far away in the small town, Joe sneezed, looked at the moonlight in the sky, and took a bite of a chip.

"Ay, I wonder if Moira has worn the New Year gift I gave her. Sigh, President Sinclair is really lucky to find such a pretty girlfriend like Moira. Sigh, I also want a boyfriend with long legs." He cried as he reached for more chips, his hands never slowing.

That night, the bedroom door opened, causing the woman curled under the covers to shrink back sharply, feeling the side sink down, she took a deep breath.

Julian Sinclair found it amusing, leaned in close to the curled-up bundle beside him, "Silkworm baby, loosen the covers."

Moira Young had wrapped herself up like a silkworm cocoon.

Saying so, Moira slightly relaxed her grip, then tightened it again, gently pulling the covers down to reveal two round, bright eyes.

The wise man chuckled lightly, kissed the person’s forehead, and with a "pop," turned off the side lamp.

The moonlight suddenly spilled in, sprinkling patches on the woman, driving people wild.

Abroad, in a hospital.

Zayne Sinclair grew increasingly annoyed watching a group who came to visit but huddled together playing games.

One of them seemed to remember something, looked at the completed level, and stopped to say, "Zayne Sinclair, I heard your older brother got back together with that little pest Moira Young."

Zayne Sinclair raised an eyebrow, sitting upright.

The surrounding people heard, cursing at their phones while saying, "No way, wasn’t it said they broke up, it was quite a fuss."

"Tch, with a girl that pretty, would you want to break up just like that," another person said.

The person shrugged, "True."

"Where did you hear that?" Zayne Sinclair asked indifferently.

The man who started it said, "Isn’t this news all over, back home, someone saw them traveling together, and aren’t people at The Sinclair Group gossiping that Julian came back but delayed his return trip."

"My goodness, it’s already midnight, no more gaming, let’s eat." One of them unintentionally looked at the clock, yelled, got up, looked around, and after saying goodbye to Zayne Sinclair, left with the others.

Zayne Sinclair didn’t mind, after all, they were just fair-weather friends, not needing them to care, merely serving as messengers here.

Narrowing his eyes, he muttered slightly, "Moira Young," touched his chin, and sneered coldly.

The door opened again, and a bodyguard came in holding a lunch box.

Yes, Zayne Sinclair was thoroughly grounded; Second Master Sinclair had angrily set up bodyguards for surveillance to prevent any unforeseen events from happening unimpeded.

In the afternoon, Fiona Rhodes entered the ward in high heels: "Why did you call me, not resting well, what is there to discuss?" She sat down to one side.

Zayne Sinclair turned his gaze from the window back inside, looking at the woman coming in, said, "Don’t you think it’s strange."

Fiona Rhodes frowned, suspecting if this person had gotten a little stupid from being beaten, speaking without rhyme or reason.