Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 109: Leave Request

For Moira Young, having experienced death is a feeling that makes her resist the idea of dying again for a lifetime.

Moreover... She had just returned to Julian Sinclair’s side, her hatred towards him had just mostly dissipated, she had just thought she could return to her normal life...

Almost... everything was gone...

Moira Young dragged her heavy steps forward, and just when she didn’t know where she was walking, she suddenly saw a familiar figure not far ahead.

The boulder crushing her heart and preventing her from breathing was suddenly moved aside, and her footsteps stopped on the spot.

"Uncle..." Moira Young almost cried out, regardless of anything, she ran over and threw herself into Julian Sinclair’s arms.

"Moira..." Julian Sinclair looked incredulously at the battered girl in his arms, his eyes filled with a murderous rage like a demon from hell.

Julian Sinclair’s cold pupils emanated a cruel indifference, and he carried Moira Young in a horizontal hold, no longer caring about the looks of those around him.

His presence was imbued with a tag of ’strangers keep away’, even though the people around stopped to steal glances, no one dared to point fingers.

His aura was so formidable that no one wasn’t afraid.

Julian Sinclair placed the sobbing Moira Young in the car, took off her soaking jacket, and covered her with his clean coat.

Mrs. Miller had been called in advance by the housekeeper to prepare the bath, so as soon as they got home, Julian Sinclair carried Moira Young back to the room.

Julian Sinclair frowned coldly, quickly undressing Moira Young, very afraid that she might get sick.

Just as he was down to the last piece of clothing, Moira Young stopped his hand, "No..."

Julian looked at her flushed cheeks and finally realized, "I’ll wait for you at the door."

"Okay..." Moira waited for him to exit the room before undressing and entering the bathroom to shower.

The perfectly warm water enveloped her entire body, Moira Young finally felt a hint of warmth, unlike before when she was cold.

Earlier Julian Sinclair had said he would wait for her at the door, Moira Young didn’t want him to worry, so she soaked for a while and then rinsed herself again, coming out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

"Uncle, I’m ready..." Moira Young called out.

Julian Sinclair opened the door and came in, finding her wrapped in a towel.

Moira Young felt a bit aggrieved, "Uncle... do you think I’m useless..."

"I couldn’t even get my leave approved, and I got myself into this state..." Moira Young feebly picked up the hair dryer, preparing to dry her hair.

Julian Sinclair walked to her side, took the hairdryer from her hand, and silently, with a blank expression, began drying her hair.

Julian Sinclair was tall, even though Moira Young was considered tall among girls, she still only reached Julian Sinclair’s neck.

He hadn’t dried her hair like this for a long time; he remembered when she was little, she always hated drying her hair after a shower, Julian Sinclair would drag her over and force her to dry it.

Moira Young stood obediently and quietly without moving, she could sense Julian Sinclair’s fingers occasionally touching her ears.

"Who bullied you?" Julian Sinclair’s cold voice came from above Moira Young’s head.

"I wasn’t careful myself..." Moira Young looked at herself in the mirror, her gaze started to drift as soon as she began lying.

"Why didn’t you come out directly after class?"

Moira Young almost forgot, she had told Julian Sinclair that class ended at eleven thirty, but she went to the pond at twelve.

But she couldn’t say it was because she thought Heath Sterling had an appointment with her...

"The homeroom teacher got angry today and wouldn’t approve leave, so I was waiting there for him..."

Julian Sinclair could see at a glance that she was lying, but he didn’t want to push her; he would naturally investigate the specifics himself.

"Uncle, when you were in college, if you needed a leave and the teacher didn’t approve, what did you do?" Moira Young asked curiously, believing that Julian Sinclair surely had a solution.

"I never took leave." Julian Sinclair spoke casually.

"So when you were in college, you never had anything needing leave for?" Moira Young clearly remembered when Julian Sinclair first brought her to the Sinclair family, Julian Sinclair hadn’t yet graduated from his research program, and he seemed to be always working, never really seemed to study.

"Don’t let yourself live in a box, learn to step out." Julian Sinclair turned off the hairdryer, her hair was mostly dry.

Moira Young cutely tilted her head, indicating she didn’t quite understand.

"Do you want to go to Vesperia?"

Moira Young nodded eagerly, of course she wanted to, especially knowing she would be a student of the pianist, she was practically over the moon.

"Alright, leave it to me to handle the leave issue." Julian Sinclair actually wanted to say that since there are currently more important things to do, don’t be restricted by whether the teacher grants leave or not. But then he thought Moira Young believed she had to obey the teacher.

So, to protect Moira Young’s simple thoughts, he would handle the leave issue for her.

"Put on your clothes, come downstairs for dinner." Julian Sinclair reminded before exiting the room, "Wear long sleeves, don’t catch a cold."

Moira Young reluctantly put down her strappy sleep dress, then took a long-sleeved nightdress from the closet and put it on.

After coming downstairs, Moira Young had just sat down and sneezed, Julian Sinclair frowned, "Mrs. Miller, bring another piece of clothing."

It was just the weather was getting cooler lately, Moira Young also fell into the water, it’s no wonder she didn’t have a cold.

"Vesperia is colder than home, with more rainy days, pack more thick clothes for her when we leave." Julian Sinclair instructed Mrs. Miller.

"Okay." Mrs. Miller brought over the clothes and put them on Moira Young, "Young Master, how many days will you be staying this time?"

"Not sure."

Moira Young held the ginger tea Mrs. Miller made for her, and said to Mrs. Miller, "Last time we went, we stayed one or two days before returning, this time surely won’t stay long either, don’t worry."

Mrs. Miller increasingly found Moira Young sensible, "Good, good."

——

In the blink of an eye, it was Friday.

Moira Young, filled with anticipation, followed Julian Sinclair to Vesperia.

Indeed, Julian Sinclair wasn’t wrong, it was raining as soon as they got off the plane, the sky was gray, always feeling oppressive.

Moira Young’s initially perfect mood was already halved.

Arriving at Julian Sinclair’s house in Vesperia, Moira Young noticed there were at least twice as many bodyguards around than last time, and she faintly felt something might happen, but she didn’t know what.

"Uncle, will you be very busy lately?" Moira Young asked somewhat frightened.

"Hmm, don’t run around." Julian Sinclair said seriously, it’s a really serious matter, he had considered leaving Moira Young at home but felt having her by his side was safer; after all, she might be even less safe alone at home.

"Are those bodyguards outside protecting me?" Moira Young couldn’t help asking since Julian Sinclair would be busy, it meant he wouldn’t be home much.

Julian Sinclair nodded slightly, "Yes."

"Why?" Moira Young couldn’t understand at first, she had no enemies, hadn’t offended anyone particularly scary in Vesperia...

"Afraid you’ll sneak out, what if you get lost?" Julian Sinclair said casually, looking at her as if there was really no problem.

Actually, the real reason was Arthur Whitman and Zayne Sinclair were now collaborating in the arms business, one hated Julian Sinclair, wanting revenge, the other would steal whatever he had, after joining forces, they targeted Moira Young.

If Julian Sinclair wasn’t wrong, Arthur Whitman and Zayne Sinclair wanted to find Moira Young to threaten him.

Moira Young believed him, snorted, "Is that how disobedient you think I am..."

"Good." Julian Sinclair comforted, "It’s been raining a lot, do you want me to accompany you to sleep at night?"

Moira Young really wanted it, but stubbornly said, "No need, it’s not thunderstorm rain."

"I have some things to deal with in the afternoon, not sure what time I’ll be back, invite Townsteen for dinner when he arrives." Julian Sinclair instructed.

"Okay." She nodded obediently, just wanted to tell him to be safe but he seemed really busy, directly left.