Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 107: Drunk
Julian Sinclair gave him a faint glance and said calmly, "I think you’d better restrain yourself tonight."
The group of beautiful women around Adrian Grant seemed eager to devour him, but he didn’t seem to mind, even managing to retort, "I’m quite healthy, what, is our Julian jealous?"
Moira Young, in her dazed state, couldn’t comprehend what they were talking about, but upon hearing Adrian’s tone, she instinctively stood up for Julian, "Uncle is very healthy too, he wouldn’t envy you."
Adrian almost spat out the sip of wine he had just taken, looking shocked at the calm-faced Julian Sinclair.
Julian’s lips curved slightly, his voice incredibly alluring, "She’s had too much to drink."
Moira blinked her bright eyes, smiling beautifully.
After dinner, Julian carried Moira into the car. Since she was light, Julian could exert himself with one arm while relaxing the other, causing minimal pain to his injury.
"Uncle... the wine tastes so awful..." Moira mumbled in Julian’s arms.
"Then why did you drink it?" Julian gently brushed away the strands of hair scattered on her cheeks.
"I don’t know," Moira replied with closed eyes, feeling her cheek itch as she reached out to touch Julian’s warm hand.
She chuckled, "What, are you trying to sneak attack me?"
Julian looked at her somewhat muddled drunken state helplessly, his voice carrying a slight tone of command, "If I’m not around, don’t drink in the future." 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
Julian couldn’t imagine how dangerous it would be if anyone else saw her like this.
Moira suddenly opened her eyes, gazing at Julian’s flawless face, smiling foolishly, "Why?"
Julian’s heart suddenly skipped a beat; he was unexpectedly drawn into the vortex of Moira’s eyes, which were beautiful and tempting, making him impulsive.
He leaned down, and a kiss fell.
The driver and Mrs. Miller, sitting in the passenger seat, both froze, exchanged glances out of the corner of their eyes, then immediately willed themselves to ignore the people behind them.
Moira’s cheeks grew hotter, this strange and thrilling sensation slowly causing her to lose herself.
Unintentionally, she bumped into Julian’s shoulder, causing him to wince in pain, pausing for a moment.
In her groggy state, Moira was unaware of his pain, only knowing that when he stopped, she instinctively responded.
Julian was shocked by this sudden initiative; in that second, the pain in his shoulder paled in comparison to the joy in his heart.
He reached out and tightly wrapped his arm around her waist, caressing Moira’s delicate cheek.
Moira, at eighteen or nineteen, was full of collagen, her skin as smooth as a baby’s, and Julian was defenseless against such a touch.
After a while, Moira’s lips felt numb, and she was tired, instinctively wanting to push Julian away.
Unexpectedly, Julian held her even tighter.
Not until they arrived home and the car stopped did Julian leave reluctantly, still somewhat unsatisfied.
"Hm... so tired..." Moira, exhausted, collapsed in Julian’s arms and drifted off to sleep.
Julian couldn’t help but smile upon hearing this, planting a loving kiss at the corner of her eye, and then carried her to the room.
The next day.
When Moira opened her eyes, she felt heavy-headed and in pain. She struggled with whether to get up or sleep for another half hour.
"Shouldn’t have drunk so much," Moira muttered to herself, then gritted her teeth, sat up quickly, checked the time, and realized she still had time to grab breakfast.
She rubbed her temples in annoyance and went to freshen up, standing in front of the sink, looking at herself in the mirror, suddenly feeling something was off.
It took some looking back and forth to realize her lips seemed a bit swollen...
How did this happen? Was it from drinking too much? An allergic reaction?
She thought carefully, feeling as if something happened last night, but also like nothing did, the more she thought, the more her head ached, deciding not to bother thinking anymore.
After freshening up, she went downstairs for breakfast, where Julian was already reading the newspaper and drinking coffee.
"Miss is up, quite early today, not sleeping for a bit longer?" Mrs. Miller asked with concern.
Moira walked to the dining table and sat down, yawning with her tired body, "Can’t skip class anymore, or I’ll fail."
Mrs. Miller warmed a glass of milk and made a sandwich for her, noticing Moira’s sleepy face and slightly swollen lips, thinking she might be sick, "Miss, why is your lip a bit swollen? Are you feeling unwell?"
Julian didn’t look up, a fleeting smile in his eyes, then continued reading the newspaper.
"I don’t know what happened; maybe it’s water retention from drinking too much yesterday." Moira sighed slightly, "I suspect I drank fake wine last night."
Saying this, she purposely glanced at Julian, speaking for him to hear.
Julian showed no reaction, calmly picking up his coffee cup and sipping lightly.
"As long as it’s not discomfort, if it’s from drinking, it’ll probably go down in half a day, nothing to worry about," Mrs. Miller reassured her upon seeing she wasn’t sick.
"Also, with the weather cooling down, take a warm coat when you go to school later," Mrs. Miller said, then went to find a thick coat for Moira.
Moira felt quite dazed and sluggish at that moment, her focus wandered while eating the sandwich, unable to converge on a point.
She didn’t even know what she was thinking, finishing the sandwich almost biting her finger.
"Don’t forget to take the day off today," Julian put down the newspaper.
Moira slowly shifted her gaze to his face, asking blankly, "Take what day off?"
"Going to Vesperia on Friday."
"Oh, right, remembered it now, you also promised to invite my favorite pianist for a lesson," Moira felt muddled, unable to recall this pre-drinking event clearly!
"Don’t remember last night’s events?" Julian asked purposely.
Moira suddenly envisioned a scene of her holding Julian’s neck tightly, and instantly shivered, instinctively touched her lips, murmuring, "Last night... what happened exactly?"
