Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 116: Applying Medicine

But she wasn’t certain if this was love.

Because ever since she was a child, she felt this way about Julian Sinclair, and as she grew up, the feeling intensified but also became more complex.

"I will." Julian Sinclair unexpectedly... answered so decisively.

Moira Young’s heart felt like it was being gnawed by countless ants, the pain unbearable. She quietly looked into Julian Sinclair’s eyes, hoping to find some answers she longed for.

On the surface, Julian Sinclair appeared calm as water, but inside he was going through a storm, looking disheveled but pretending to be unscathed.

When he learned last night that Moira Young had disappeared, he guessed she must have found out about the engagement.

"Before, I wanted everything from The Sinclair Group for myself." A trace of pain appeared between Julian Sinclair’s finely carved brows, "But now, I’m doing it to protect you."

Only if he became the true successor of The Sinclair Group could he exert its power outside of China. Then, neither Arthur Whitman nor Zayne Sinclair could touch a hair on Moira Young’s head.

Moira Young’s eyes reddened. She longed to shout that she didn’t want his protection, just him, but she didn’t do so.

She lowered her head slightly, still wearing the coat Dean had given her, buttoned up tightly so Julian Sinclair couldn’t see her injuries.

"I’m so tired." Moira Young directly blocked out Julian Sinclair’s words, her tone indifferent.

Julian Sinclair’s heart ached, wanting to pull her into his arms, but Moira Young avoided him, "Don’t touch me."

Engaged people should keep their distance.

Moira Young always felt Julian Sinclair treated her like a child, but she had already grown up.

Once home, Moira Young, without a word, went straight to her bedroom, only then taking off Dean’s coat and standing before the mirror, staring at herself for a long time.

Dirty, messy, and terribly ugly.

The skin on Moira Young’s chest and beneath her collarbone was all scraped, some spots severely.

Only then did she realize how much pain her injuries were causing.

The room door opened, and Julian Sinclair walked in.

Moira Young casually draped the coat over herself, her voice cold, "Get out!"

Julian Sinclair vaguely noticed that her clothes seemed torn through the loosely draped coat, and he frowned seriously, softly asking, "What happened to your clothes?"

"None of your business!" Moira Young angrily drove him out, "Don’t interfere with my affairs!"

Julian Sinclair didn’t relent, his strength much greater than Moira Young’s, and with a firm pull, he took off her coat.

Then he saw several scraped spots on Moira Young’s body, revealing the scars on her white skin.

Moira Young felt both angry and embarrassed at his gaze, instinctively covering her skin, but the pain made her gasp sharply.

The chill in Julian Sinclair’s eyes was like a glacier, his expression as dark as it could be. He could tell these were abrasions.

"Come here." Julian Sinclair strode forward, lifting her horizontally in his arms.

"Ah—!" Moira Young trembled with pain!

Julian Sinclair was startled, noticing now that her back was also injured, and worse than the front.

The hurt was on her body, but the pain was in his heart. Julian Sinclair had always cherished Moira Young, protecting her from harm. He remembered the first time she’d been hurt was when she twisted her ankle during her college entrance exams; he was distressed enough then. But now, with such injuries...

Julian Sinclair’s eyes were bloodshot with murderous intent. He had intended to show some brotherly lenience to Zayne Sinclair, but now, he couldn’t afford to be soft.

As for Arthur Whitman...

Sooner or later, he’d ensure Arthur would perish without a grave.

Julian Sinclair laid Moira Young down on the bed, and Butler Liu brought over a medical kit. Due to Moira Young’s sensitive injuries, Butler Liu left after delivering the medicine.

Moira Young didn’t want him to apply the medicine.

But Julian Sinclair disagreed; he didn’t even give Moira Young a chance to speak, frowning as he directly lifted Moira Young’s top.

"Ah—!"

"Julian Sinclair! Are you crazy!"

"Let go of me!" Moira Young was on the verge of collapse, her shame skyrocketing from zero to its peak, then "boom," exploding.

Julian Sinclair opened the bottle of medicine and gently applied it to her wounds.

Moira Young felt the cooling sensation of the ointment on her skin, but the coolness gradually turned into a burning pain, like fire.

"It hurts..." Moira Young suppressed her voice, uttering softly.

Julian increasingly covered more area, and the pain in Moira Young’s chest worsened. She started to sweat and couldn’t help but tense all her muscles, "Uncle... it hurts so much..."

Tears flowed down her eyes like a torrential stream, soon forming a puddle.

After applying the medicine to the front, Julian Sinclair finally released her arms. Before Moira Young could move, he unhesitatingly blocked her mouth as she was about to speak.

"Mm—so painful..." As the medicine worked its way into the injured skin, the pain made Moira Young bite Julian Sinclair hard.

Julian Sinclair frowned slightly but showed no intention of dodging.

Gradually, Moira Young finally calmed down, and the pain slowly subsided.

Julian Sinclair waited until she quieted, then calmly straightened up, supporting her to sit and applying medicine to her back.

Moira Young’s eyes flashed with fear, "No! I don’t want any more..."

Julian Sinclair paid her no mind; in this matter, she had no say.

Finally, the back was done. Julian Sinclair’s hand slid to Moira Young’s lower abdomen, sensing an unexpected reaction in himself.

He stopped, setting the medicine aside.

"Twice a day. If I find you haven’t applied it, I’ll do it myself." Julian Sinclair’s focus had been solely on Moira Young’s injuries; now, his thoughts settled. Seeing her fair and delicate skin was too much to bear.

"Change into something loose. I’ll wait outside the door." Julian Sinclair feigned calmness as he walked out.

Although unwilling, Moira Young changed into a loose outfit and freshened up before heading out.

Julian Sinclair had a maid bring food, insisting she eat something warm.

"You absolutely can’t leave in the next two days, and Townsteen won’t come again." Julian Sinclair added more guards and dismissed the person who reported her injuries.

Butler Liu, who had watched her grow up, had no way to deal with Moira Young. However, with those unfamiliar to her, he arranged two bodyguards to stay by her side. As soon as Moira Young stepped out of the bedroom, they followed her.

"We’re returning to China tomorrow night."

Upon hearing "tomorrow," Moira Young’s face stiffened, slamming her chopsticks onto the table, "I’m done eating."

"You’re getting engaged tomorrow, so why am I even here? I want to go back now."

"The engagement is just a plan, Moira. Don’t be willful." Julian Sinclair couldn’t explain everything to her; Moira simply wouldn’t understand the intricate web of relations.

"Plan, plan, and more planning! Is there nothing else in your life but plans? Was bringing me to Vesperia also part of a plan?" Moira’s voice choked as she spoke, her eyes filled with disappointment.

"You’re tired." Julian Sinclair’s dark eyes narrowed suddenly. He no longer looked at her, coldly standing to leave.

"Don’t step out of this room."

Moira knew Julian Sinclair was angry.