Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 112: Loving Him

"Hello, sir, yesterday I talked to Moira about you. I can see you treat her well, and she loves you very much."

Julian Sinclair had a slight smile on his face. His delicate features seemed to dispel the coldness, and he replied politely, "Mr. Townsteen, thank you for coming to teach."

"No, I should thank Moira. After interacting with her yesterday, I suddenly got inspired and composed a piece. I’m really happy." Townsteen was genuinely happy. When he heard Moira Young’s piano play, which evolved from pure and clean to somewhat sad and complex, he suddenly wanted to compose a piece about a girl’s growth.

Everyone is born as a blank white page, continuously adding colors throughout life, from simple to complex, either black or colorful, bright or dark.

Moira Young excitedly asked, "Teacher, can I listen to it?"

"Of course!" Townsteen was more than happy to oblige, and without saying much, he sat down and played out his inspiration.

Moira Young just found it enjoyable but couldn’t understand its meaning, only knowing to clap with a silly smile.

Only Julian Sinclair understood; his face gradually took on a cold aura.

Townsteen gave him a meaningful look, "Moira’s boyfriend, Moira has a very pure and clean soul, you must protect her."

There aren’t many souls like this in the world. As an artist of the highest honor, Townsteen truly knew how to cherish them.

"Teacher, he is not my boyfriend..." Moira Young caught that sentence, and to avoid embarrassment, she had to clarify in front of Julian Sinclair.

"Yesterday, you said he was your boyfriend, and today you say he’s not. So tomorrow, will he be or not?" Townsteen deliberately teased her.

The English made Moira Young a bit dizzy, and she subconsciously said, "Yes."

Julian Sinclair raised an elegant eyebrow. Even though he knew she was confused, hearing her say ’yes’ still made him

happy.

The piano lesson went by quickly. After the class, Moira Young looked at Julian Sinclair, waiting to see if he would suggest inviting Townsteen to stay for dinner.

In the end, Julian Sinclair had no reaction.

Moira Young didn’t say anything, sent Townsteen off, and went back to the study.

"Uncle, why didn’t you invite him to stay for dinner today?" she asked.

"I promised to keep you company tonight." Julian Sinclair didn’t want anyone else in between them. Yesterday, it was because he knew he couldn’t be back for dinner, so he asked Townsteen to stay with Moira Young, fearing she might be scared alone.

Moira Young sensed something was off, "Uncle, are you not coming back tomorrow?"

Julian Sinclair paused his pen.

Moira Young noticed this reaction and realized he wasn’t going anywhere today to spend time with her, knowing he wouldn’t be back tomorrow.

"Mr. Miller will be here with you tomorrow night."

Although Moira Young was reluctant, she didn’t want to delay his affairs, so she nodded reluctantly, "I can be by myself; you take him with you, or else I won’t—"

Julian Sinclair slightly raised his eyes, "Won’t what?"

Moira Young bit back her words. She originally wanted to say she wouldn’t feel at ease, but it sounded awkward.

"I’ll only feel at ease if he’s with you," Julian Sinclair curved his thin lips slightly, his voice low and incredibly gentle. He only behaved this way when faced with Moira Young.

"But without him by your side, you would lack someone to assist you, right? No, no, take Mr. Miller with you. I can really manage on my own." Moira Young thought she might as well stay up all night and sleep in the daylight, reducing her fear.

"Be good." Decisions Julian Sinclair made, especially regarding Moira Young, were not easily changed.

"Fine then..." Moira Young knew whatever she said was futile, so she could only compromise.

They both stayed busy for a little longer before heading together to the dining room for dinner.

——

The next morning, when Moira Young woke up, Julian Sinclair was already gone.

After washing up, Moira Young left her bedroom and found that Butler Miller had indeed been arranged by Julian Sinclair to stay behind.

Butler Miller said that Townsteen had other matters today and wouldn’t be coming for class, suggesting that Moira Young should review the past two days’ lessons on her own.

To pass the time, Moira Young practiced seriously, having learned a lot in just two days thanks to an artist like Townsteen teaching her.

Outside, it continued to rain endlessly. The sky was a gloomy sheet of gray, stretching out a very long day.

As night gradually deepened, Moira Young returned to her bedroom while Butler Miller was stationed at the door. Suddenly, voices could be heard, one of them sounding anxious.

Curious, Moira Young opened the door and saw it was a bodyguard.

"Is something wrong?" Moira Young had a vague sense that something must have happened, otherwise the guards outside wouldn’t have come in specifically to find Butler Miller.

"Someone said Julian was injured and is now in the hospital," the bodyguard blurted out.

Butler Miller suddenly glared at him fiercely, "Don’t spread rumors!"

"It’s true; someone came specifically looking for you, and we stopped them."

"Where’s the person?" Butler Miller asked.

"Gone."

Moira Young’s heart skipped a beat, but she tried to stay calm until the news was confirmed, "Call Uncle."

Butler Miller took out his phone to call Julian Sinclair, but his phone was off.

Moira Young’s eyes reddened, and Butler Miller comforted her, "Miss, the young master will be fine. It’s the peak of the storm; don’t be deceived."

"Alright, alright... Then call Uncle’s driver..." Moira Young kept reassuring herself but couldn’t help wanting to know Julian Sinclair’s whereabouts immediately.

Butler Miller didn’t believe the news of Julian Sinclair’s injury. Before Julian left, he specifically instructed Butler Miller not to let Moira Young leave the house at all costs, indicating that someone was definitely keeping a close watch on Moira Young.

"Miss, the young master went to his father’s place, so there shouldn’t be any incident." Butler Miller said to Moira Young.

"I just want to know if he’s really okay now..." Moira Young hinted for Butler Miller to take out his phone, "I can only feel at ease once it’s clear."

Butler Miller called the driver, and it was also off.

How come both of them have their phones off at this time?

Moira Young couldn’t control herself anymore. She went back to her room to grab a coat and was about to leave, "I have to go find him."

"No! Miss! The young master ordered you absolutely not to leave!" Butler Miller was frightened as he followed behind her. If she went out and it really was a trap set by someone, what then?

"Did he know something would happen, so he didn’t want me to go out? Are you two in cahoots? Don’t follow me!" Moira Young wiped her tears with the back of her hand, "I don’t care if he’s really hurt; I must see him now!" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Butler Miller was helpless; even Julian Sinclair usually catered to Moira Young’s every need. He was just a butler, unable to control Moira Young.

Left with no choice, he went out with her.

Since it was already midnight, all the streetlights were off, and it was pitch black, everything was invisible except for the car lights illuminating their way. It was very dangerous.

Butler Miller silently prayed in his heart for them to reach the Sinclair home safely.

"Miss, no matter what happens later, don’t get out of the car." Butler Miller was really uneasy. If it weren’t for the fact that he couldn’t do anything about Moira Young, he would never have stepped out.

Recently, Julian Sinclair discovered that Zayne Sinclair and Arthur Whitman were collaborating, clearly plotting against Julian. Although Butler Miller hadn’t listened to Julian’s detailed analysis, he could guess the gist.

Just.

As soon as the words left his mouth, their car suddenly collided with something. Moira Young, sitting in the back seat without a seatbelt, lurched forward with the sudden brake and hit the seatback in front. Fortunately, it only hurt for a moment and didn’t cause any real injury.

"What happened?" Butler Miller immediately became alert.

The driver wasn’t sure either. He stuck his head out of the window, "Can’t see clearly. I’ll get out and take a look."

The driver got out to inspect around the car lights, scratched his head, and came back, "Nothing there..."