Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 118: Choice

After getting home, Julian Sinclair didn’t go to find Moira Young immediately as he usually did, but returned to his own room instead.

In the bedroom, Moira Young vaguely heard some noise, but wasn’t sure. She carefully tiptoed out of bed and ran to the door, cracking it open slightly to see that the two bodyguards guarding her bedroom had left.

They left, which means Julian Sinclair is back.

Moira Young was puzzled. He came back but didn’t come to find her? Could it be that he’s really angry? The kind that can’t be soothed?

Or perhaps... he’s preparing for the engagement with Fiona Rhodes tomorrow?

Thinking of this, Moira Young didn’t want to stay even a moment longer. What she most wanted to do now was to go back to her country and never see Julian Sinclair again.

Her mind was a mess, and she paced back and forth in the bedroom. After a while, she suddenly felt hungry. She opened the door and shouted loudly, "Anyone there—"

Julian Sinclair’s bedroom wasn’t far from hers, and she was sure her loud voice could be heard.

A maid hurried over, "Miss, what can I do for you?"

"I’m hungry," Moira Young deliberately raised her voice, subconsciously glancing toward Julian Sinclair’s bedroom.

"Yes, Miss, I’ll get you something." After the maid left, Moira Young looked at the unresponsive door of Julian Sinclair’s bedroom, pouting and slamming her door shut with a bang.

After a while, the maid brought some food, but suddenly Moira Young lost her appetite.

She suddenly felt thirsty again and opened the door to shout, "Someone—"

"I’m thirsty, get me a glass of milk."

The maid was already sleepy but continued to comply, bringing her milk.

"I want it hot, not cold," Moira Young touched the temperature and noted that while boiled water might only be available in China, surely hot milk can’t be something only China has?

The maid ran back and forth upon her demands, with Moira Young saying she’s unwell at one moment, and having a headache the next. The maid ran up and down to fetch her medicine, and eventually, when she couldn’t handle it anymore, another maid replaced her.

Actually, Moira Young didn’t want to trouble them like this, but the door to Julian Sinclair’s room still hadn’t responded at all.

She took the medicine the maid gave her and asked nonchalantly, "Did Julian Sinclair come back?"

"He came back a while ago."

Moira Young furrowed her brows, feeling even more upset, "He’s been in his room the whole time?"

"Yes, Miss."

Moira Young’s eyes rolled, and she whispered, "I saw him injured when he came back, go knock and see if he’s okay."

The maid looked at her in surprise, "Miss, Master returned just fine."

Moira Young felt awkward, with the tips of her ears turning red, "He might be hungry, go ask if he wants anything to eat."

"Miss, why don’t you ask him yourself?" the maid pointedly suggested.

Moira Young paused, angrily returned the pill to the maid’s hand, "I won’t go!"

Having said that, she slammed the door hard, making a loud sound.

Outside the door, the maid was dumbfounded, staring at the closed door and muttering to herself, "I’ve never seen someone with such a temper."

Just after she said that, Julian Sinclair’s door opened, and the maid immediately stopped talking and left.

Moira Young lay on the bed, burying herself under the covers, and tears fell helplessly. At first, she held back her sobs, but as it grew more painful, she ended up crying freely.

Standing outside her door, Julian Sinclair heard it all clearly.

He sighed slightly and pushed the door open to go inside.

Because Moira Young had been crying, she didn’t hear his footsteps until Julian Sinclair lifted the covers off her a bit, revealing her head.

Upon seeing his face, Moira Young pouted and turned away, burying herself again.

"Be careful of your injury." Julian Sinclair worried her prone position might cause pain to the wound on her chest, so he gently turned her over and held her in his arms.

Moira Young pushed him away hard, crying as she said, "Don’t pretend to care about me!"

Julian Sinclair furrowed his brow slightly, held her shoulders down, and pulled her back into his embrace.

"No fooling around," he said in a deep, commanding voice.

"I’m fooling around? Julian Sinclair, are you taking me for a fool or yourself?" Moira Young wiped her tears fiercely with the back of her hand, her heart aching like it was being pricked by needles.

"Adrian Grant said that relationships between men and women should be simple and clean, so I broke off my relationship with Heath Sterling not to upset you."

Moira Young sniffed, feeling utterly wronged, "I thought the wisdom Adrian Grant understood, you would too, but I can’t tell if you genuinely don’t or are pretending."

"You clearly have a girlfriend, and you’re getting engaged tomorrow, but you... even dare to..." Moira Young couldn’t bring herself to continue, scrunching her features at the unspeakable intimacy she couldn’t voice.

"You even kissed me... you..." Moira Young couldn’t continue, feeling both angry and ashamed.

"What do you take me for doing this..." Moira Young’s tears suddenly gushed out, "I’m not the little girl who could share a bed with you anymore... you know I’ve grown up..."

"Why still do this..."

In the dim light, Julian Sinclair’s dark pupils gradually constricted with each of Moira Young’s words, piercing his chest like sharp blades, streaming blood that couldn’t be staunched.

How should he explain it to her, and would she even listen...

"Moira, you’re the most important person to me, no matter what, believe in me."

Moira Young suddenly let out a cold laugh, her tone mocking him while also mocking herself, "You used to always teach me not to trust anyone, including you, yet now you tell me to believe in you unconditionally."

"Julian Sinclair, did you forget what you said, or do you think I’ve forgotten?"

Julian Sinclair’s perfectly sculpted features showed a hint of pain, "I haven’t forgotten."

Moira Young pushed him away, a million doubts in her heart screaming to retreat. Though she was in fear and resistant, she still feigned a firm decision, "I’ve never forced you to make a choice, but now I see you clearly."

"Julian Sinclair, between me and Fiona Rhodes, you can only choose one. Who will you choose?"

When she asked this, every pore on her body trembled. She deeply desired a clear answer but also resisted and feared it.

Julian Sinclair had never considered this question because it simply wasn’t an equal choice; Moira Young was his life, and Fiona Rhodes was nothing.

"In what capacity are you asking me to choose?" Julian Sinclair countered, wanting to know the answer as well.

Moira Young didn’t expect Julian Sinclair to ask this and was a bit puzzled, "What position do you place me in?"

For the first time, Julian Sinclair felt like he was speaking to an adult with logic and thoughts rather than a child who only knew how to act spoiled and cry when upset.

He was pleased with Moira Young’s transformation but also worried about the questions she might pose next.

"Forget it, just go." Moira Young saw he wouldn’t answer her question directly and was deeply disappointed.

"I’ll tell you right now what you are to me," Julian Sinclair knew how stubborn Moira Young could be. After so much trouble finding her, he refused to lose her again.