Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 115: Save Her

She looked over warily, clenching her fists tightly.

"Hide under the bed and don’t make a sound." The boy gestured for her to crawl under the bed, and Moira Young immediately complied, not even considering whether the boy might betray her.

The boy opened the door to reveal two burly men in black, holding a photo and asking in awkward English, "Have you seen this girl?"

"I haven’t seen her," the boy replied.

"If you see her, call me." The man in black handed him a card and then left.

Moira Young finally breathed a sigh of relief, though she was still drenched in cold sweat.

She crawled out from under the bed, tears in her eyes, and gratefully said, "Thank you... thank you so much..."

"What’s your name? I will definitely repay you someday." Moira looked at the boy in front of her, who seemed to be about her age.

"You can call me Dean, but I don’t need your repayment." Dean gently adjusted her slipping coat, "In a while, when they’re far enough away, I’ll take you to the police station."

Moira Young nodded hopefully; once she reached the police station, she’d be safe. All she needed to do now was wait quietly.

To not miss any opportunity, Moira held Dean’s phone, continuously searching for a signal.

"How old are you?" Dean asked.

"Nineteen. How about you?" Moira thought he looked around her age.

"I’m seventeen and haven’t started college yet," Dean said. "Today is a school holiday, so I’m home, but I usually live at school."

Moira Young smiled slightly, "We’re about the same age."

Dean made Moira a simple breakfast, but it was made with care. He mentioned that she was the first Chinese girl he had met; in his high school, there were only one or two Chinese boys.

Dean really wanted to be friends with Moira.

Moira wasn’t sure where she lost her phone, but she wrote down Julian Sinclair’s number, "If you ever come to China, you must call me."

"Which school in China are you at?" Dean asked.

"Arden University."

"Oh! I’ve heard of it, a great school," Dean remarked, thoughtfully. Although his family conditions weren’t great, he was exceptionally good academically. Next year, when he attended college, he could apply to be an exchange student in China. He had heard of Arden University and felt he could do it with hard work.

"I think if you come to China, you’ll be very popular," Moira said sincerely. "You look very handsome, the type that Chinese girls really like."

"Have you seen the Harry Potter movies? You look a lot like a grown-up Draco Malfoy."

Dean shrugged and smiled helplessly, "A lot of people say that to me, after all, there are so many Harry Potter fans in the UK."

"But you’re much kinder; he always picked on Harry." Moira remembered how she had always wanted the author’s signature and a poster when she watched Harry Potter when Julian Sinclair got them for her the next day, though Mrs. Miller put them somewhere unknown later.

After Moira’s compliments, Dean was very happy. He finished breakfast with Moira and prepared to take her to the police station.

Currently, his family only had a bicycle; their car was sent for repair.

Moira had never ridden a bicycle before. Dean got on, with one foot on the pedal and the other on the ground, waiting for her to sit on the bike.

Moira tried to sit, but as soon as Dean pedaled, she lost her balance and almost fell backward.

"Hold onto my shirt," Dean reminded her gentlemanly, "Be careful."

Moira held onto Dean’s shirt and finally felt more stable.

"Hmm, haven’t you ever ridden a bike in China?" Dean sensed her unfamiliarity with bicycles.

"It’s my first time, but I find it really comfortable!" Although the weather was overcast at this time, it wasn’t raining. Plus, it was morning with birds chirping and flowers blooming, making it feel particularly wonderful.

Moira greedily inhaled the unpolluted air, gazing at the farmland that only appeared in period dramas set in Vesperia, and felt extremely happy, forgetting about what happened last night.

Not sure how long they had been riding; Dean must have been exhausted. Moira embarrassedly asked him to stop, "Dean, let’s take a break?"

"Okay." They pulled over onto a small path, and Dean casually stretched his limbs.

Moira circled the bicycle curiously, "Can I learn to ride it?"

"Of course!" Dean held the bicycle steady, motioning for Moira to sit and grab the handlebars.

As soon as Dean let go, Moira pedaled once and nearly fell, but Dean quickly caught her.

"I’m so clumsy—" Moira smiled bitterly.

"Beep—Beep—" Suddenly, there was a car horn, startling Moira. She immediately turned around, her face turning pale, thinking it was Arthur Whitman’s men.

"Miss?" A head popped out from the car, and upon seeing Moira, greeted her with excitement, "Miss! Finally found you!"

Moira finally saw clearly; it was someone from Julian Sinclair’s side, and she let out a long sigh of relief. Seeing Julian Sinclair’s people should mean safety.

"Is he your friend?" Dean asked.

"Sort of. Dean, I have to go. Thank you for helping me, and do find me when you come to China," Moira gratefully gave him a hug, a gesture she initiated sincerely.

Dean looked at her with some reluctance, "I hope to see you again."

"You will." Moira said goodbye to him and got into the car.

They took small paths all the way; the main roads weren’t safe. It was impossible to know how many of the people on the street were Arthur Whitman’s men, so it was better to be cautious.

Moira immediately used that person’s phone to call Julian Sinclair, and it connected quickly.

"Found her?" Julian Sinclair’s anxious voice came from the other end.

"Uncle..." Moira held back tears.

Julian Sinclair paused, "Which road are you on? I’ll come to get you."

Moira returned the phone to the person, who briefly explained, then continued driving for about ten minutes until they saw Julian Sinclair’s car.

After getting into Julian Sinclair’s car, she thought she would cry like before whenever something happened, but surprisingly, she didn’t.

Perhaps it was because she’d enjoyed the time with Dean so much; she usually didn’t have many friends, so suddenly having a British friend who helped her was indeed delightful.

"Didn’t I tell you not to leave?" Julian Sinclair’s face remained sullen, and he immediately scolded her.

Moira knew it was her mistake, not obediently listening, but even if given a second chance, she would still choose to go out and find him.

"Julian Sinclair, if someone told you I was hurt, would you come to find me without hesitation?" Moira suddenly remembered last night when Zayne Sinclair mentioned Julian Sinclair’s engagement to Fiona Rhodes.

She had never been more serious; her feelings for Julian Sinclair were embedded in her soul, but she wasn’t sure what kind of attitude Julian Sinclair had towards her.

"I would." Julian Sinclair replied without hesitating.

"Then if I didn’t want you to get engaged to Fiona Rhodes, would you still get engaged?" Moira didn’t know why she bluntly asked this. She vaguely understood why she was so upset about their engagement.