Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 7: Danger

"Don’t tell Uncle, I’ll just have a meal and go home," Moira Young blushed; she always felt strange mentioning Uncle in front of Heath Sterling.

Moira Young was always cherished by Julian Sinclair; no one dared to go against her wishes. The driver looked on worriedly but had no choice but to leave.

But the heavens weren’t on her side. As soon as the car left, it seemed it was going to rain. Moira began to feel uneasy, but since she had already promised Heath to have dinner together, she had to brace herself and go with him.

The rain came unexpectedly. Heath didn’t expect it to rain either, so his first reaction was to grab Moira’s wrist and run towards the guardhouse.

Moira looked at her wrist being held by him, her mind went blank. She just followed him running.

Suddenly, Heath took off his school uniform and held it over Moira to shield her from the rain. He got soaked but still maintained a carefree, cheeky smile, as if all this was just a game to him.

Moira was stunned, her heart pounding, instinctively avoiding those eyes that showed no attempt to hide their thoughts.

They got into a taxi, but it was getting late. Traveling from school to downtown might take a while. It was Moira’s first time going out with a guy she barely knew. As she watched the sky grow darker and the rain get heavier, she began to regret it.

"Moira, who is that Uncle the driver mentioned earlier?" Heath, attempting to pursue a good girl for the first time, was inexperienced and could only try to make conversation.

"Uncle is just Uncle." Moira didn’t like others talking about Julian Sinclair.

Heath was at a loss but didn’t take it to heart. Instead, he chuckled. He had always thought Moira was the kind of student teachers favored, the "neighbor’s child" in parents’ eyes, but after a few days of interaction, he discovered her personality was not as one-dimensional as he had thought.

"Heath, is this the way to downtown? Why does it feel like we’re going further away?" Moira had been watching out the window, like a child stepping out of the house for the first time, full of unknown fear.

Heath glanced and realized something was off.

"Driver, is this the way to downtown? Are you going the wrong way?"

The driver didn’t respond; instead, he accelerated.

Heath then understood the driver was indeed going the wrong way, further into the suburbs.

"Damn it! Trying to mess with me!" Heath was instantly furious; after all the effort to take Moira out for dinner, this damn driver ruined it!

"Stop the car!" Heath reached out, tightening his arm around the driver’s neck, "Trying to kidnap me! Do you even know who I am?" 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

The driver was choked, his body seemed to shiver. He couldn’t catch his breath and his face turned red while struggling, causing the steering wheel to swerve erratically.

Moira had never seen such a scene before; she had always been well-protected by Julian Sinclair and had never gone out alone, so she watched the unfolding events in fear, her mind buzzing!

The car screeched to a halt, Moira’s head slammed into the front seat, suddenly becoming clear-headed. She secretly took out her phone and dialed Julian Sinclair’s number. Watching the screen stay on "calling," Moira’s body trembled with tension, cold sweat pouring.

Suddenly, a group of middle-aged men surrounded the car. Their eyes lit up when they saw Moira through the window, evil smiles spreading across their faces, whispering who knows what.

Moira clutched the phone tightly in her pocket, warily watching everything ahead.

"Don’t be afraid, I’ll protect you!" Heath hadn’t expected so many people, but he was best at fighting. Even facing a crowd, he wasn’t afraid. Moira was brought out by him, and no matter what, he couldn’t let her get hurt.

The car door was flung open. Moira couldn’t evade them due to their numbers. Dirty hands reached in, pulling her out. She stumbled forwards and fell straight to the ground! Dirty muddy rainwater instantly enveloped her body!

"Moira!" Heath went crazy, getting out to pull Moira back, but was kicked harshly to the ground by those men. Heath knew how to fight, but they had the advantage in numbers and had sticks in their hands. No matter how hard Heath fought, a single blow knocked him down, helplessly watching Moira being taken away.

Moira was dragged into a nearby factory, thrown onto the cement floor. She gritted her teeth, gripping her phone tightly in her pocket, staying silent.

She suddenly recalled witnessing her mother being tortured to death when she was young, understanding the truth that if she wanted to live, she had to rely on herself. No one would step forward in a moment of danger; instead, there would only be cheers urging the torment to grow even fiercer.

Heath was also dragged inside, tied to a chair, blood seeping from his forehead, reflected into Moira’s eyes, painfully glaring.

Just as Moira cast a glance at Heath, her hair was yanked forcefully. She instinctively let out a light moan, the sharp pain nearly bringing her to tears. Her knees hit the ground, pinned down by a foot on her waist, completely immobilized.