Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 101: Here We Go Again

Julian Sinclair heard her tone, a bit of a command in it, and couldn’t help but find her cute, saying with a smile in his eyes: "My Moira has grown up."

Moira Young turned her face away, no longer looking at him, afraid he would notice her blushing.

When they got home, Mrs. Miller was still cooking, and it seemed it would take a while to be ready.

Julian Sinclair had business to attend to, and Moira Young sensibly wanted to go back to her room to study, but unexpectedly Julian pulled her back, making her sit on the sofa beside him.

Moira Young actually enjoyed this; she always liked to snuggle up to him on the sofa.

But she still pretended to be unwilling, pouting and flipping through the book she had skipped class with in the morning.

The butler stood by handing Julian Sinclair some documents; Moira Young didn’t understand them, but when she sneakily peeked through her fingers, Julian’s brow was furrowed.

"Keep investigating," Julian Sinclair said very seriously.

Moira Young perked up her ears to listen, but there was no more sound, which made her feel uneasy. She closed the book and saw Julian Sinclair looking at her.

Suddenly embarrassed, how did he know she was eavesdropping!

Since she was discovered, she might as well ask openly, "What were you talking about just now?"

"Someone in the Sinclair family in Vesperia is secretly dealing in firearms; in a few days, I need to go to Vesperia."

Moira Young’s mind was not on the arms business but seemed a bit upset, instinctively pouting. She had just returned, and he was leaving again, showing no sincerity.

"Go to school tomorrow and take leave," Julian Sinclair saw through her thoughts; originally, he didn’t plan on taking her.

Moira Young wanted to pretend she didn’t want to go, but the corners of her mouth betrayed her with a smile. She pressed her lips together to keep the smile less obvious.

"Who’s saying they’re going with you..."

Julian Sinclair patted her head, indulgently saying: "I am."

Last time Moira went to Vesperia with Julian, she didn’t have much fun; this time, she wanted to enjoy herself, "Then we’ll focus on our own tasks when we get there."

"What do you need to focus on?"

"I want to go out and have fun, you can’t keep me cooped up at home." Moira Young raised her chin stubbornly, "Last time you promised to take me out shopping, but because of Fiona Rhodes, it didn’t happen. This time I want to go out by myself."

"No," Julian Sinclair rejected without hesitation.

"Why..." Moira Young saw Julian’s firm attitude, and she immediately softened. It was clear they were a rock and an egg, and Moira was the egg; she couldn’t win against him by being tough.

"It’s too dangerous."

"How could it be dangerous, you could just have two people follow me." Moira Young’s understanding of Vesperia was based on movies and novels; she thought Vesperia was a gentleman’s country and wouldn’t be a problem.

"Arthur Whitman is hiding in Vesperia now." Mentioning Arthur Whitman, Julian Sinclair’s tone became extremely cold.

Moira Young fell silent; she knew the name Arthur Whitman meant hatred for Julian Sinclair.

"Moira, wait until I’m done with work, and I’ll definitely spend a few days playing with you. Not just Vesperia, wherever you want to go, any country, any city, I’ll take you."

Julian Sinclair promised, "As long as you want, it’ll definitely happen."

If it were before, Moira Young might have believed Julian’s words, but now she didn’t fully trust what he said.

"Alright," Moira Young shrugged, losing interest, "being cooped up in the castle isn’t bad either."

"Aren’t you fond of a pianist in Vesperia? How about having him give you a few lessons during those days?" Julian Sinclair knew she was unhappy.

Moira Young perked up immediately upon hearing that, "You mean Townsteen?"

Julian Sinclair nodded slightly, seeing her interest.

"But... my piano skills are quite low, and I’m not really confident in speaking English when abroad, can I manage..." Moira Young’s English was only at the sixth-level proficiency, which was enough for daily communication, but she hadn’t really spoken much with foreigners, feeling uncertain.

As for the piano... Moira Young couldn’t help but laugh, always feeling she lacked talent in it.

"It’s alright; there will be a professional translator present."

"Then when are we leaving?" Moira Young’s eyes began to light up, eager to meet the pianist in Vesperia.

"This Friday."

Just as Julian Sinclair finished speaking, the doorbell rang, and Mrs. Miller went to open the door.

Moira Young thought it was Adrian Grant coming, but unexpectedly it was Fiona Rhodes.

She carried herself like the lady of the house, naturally changing into slippers and walking in, surprised to see Moira, "What are you doing here?"

Moira Young turned away, picked up her book to cover her face, not wanting to engage with her.

"Why are you here?" Julian Sinclair frowned, he had clearly instructed the guards outside not to let her near.

"I’m going back to Vesperia tomorrow. Are you coming with me?" Fiona Rhodes ignored Julian Sinclair’s question.

"Not going back for now." Julian Sinclair’s tone was very cold.

Fiona Rhodes seemed accustomed to his demeanor, "Is there something you need to take care of here?"

Julian Sinclair nodded, "Yes."

"Alright, once you finish up here, make sure to come back to Vesperia soon, mom and dad are still waiting," Fiona Rhodes sat down and looked at his shoulder, "Julian, I just came from the hospital, how come you’ve come home after your surgery, wouldn’t it be better to stay in the hospital for a bit?"

"Also, how come she’s back? After we get mar—"

"Do you have anything else?" Julian Sinclair interrupted her words sharply, "If you’re leaving tomorrow, should you be packing up your things?"

Fiona Rhodes didn’t think much, nodded, "All packed, not much stuff."

"The meal’s ready, young master and miss, please have it while it’s hot," Mrs. Miller placed the last dish on the table.

Moira Young was the first to stand up from the sofa, walk to the dining table, and sit down, Julian Sinclair followed closely, while Fiona Rhodes watched them with a blank expression; it was clear she was treated as an outsider.

Fiona Rhodes’ expression turned a bit sour, but considering Julian Sinclair had promised to marry her, she chose to tolerate it.

Moira Young was bound to get married eventually, and Fiona Rhodes was cautious about bringing up sending Moira away in front of Julian Sinclair; some things were better said after marriage.

Nevermind, just bear with it.

Fiona Rhodes went to the dining table and sat beside Julian Sinclair.

Moira Young stole a glance at the two of them, and to be honest, they really were a good match; a pang of bitterness arose in her heart.

"Why are these dishes none of your favorites?" Fiona Rhodes commented, puzzled upon seeing the dishes; she remembered Julian’s favorites weren’t these.

Moira Young actually knew Julian Sinclair’s favorites weren’t these either, but every time Mrs. Miller cooked, she only made dishes Moira liked, and over time, Moira became accustomed to this.

After all, Julian Sinclair once said her favorites would always be his favorites.

"Julian, you dislike fish soup, don’t you?" Fiona Rhodes pointed out the fish soup on the table with slices of fish inside.