Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 126: Not Going

China.

The Sinclair family.

After finishing the call, Julian Sinclair got out of bed immediately. He needed to fly to Vesperia to find out who was meddling.

He didn’t expect Moira Young to walk out yawning just as he stepped out of the bedroom.

"Why not sleep a little longer?" Julian Sinclair wanted to pick her up and take her back to the room, but she dodged him.

"I’m hungry." Moira Young ignored him and walked straight downstairs.

It was only six o’clock; Mrs. Miller was probably out buying groceries.

She found a few slices of bread and put them in the toaster, warmed a box of milk, and half-closed her eyes while eating at the dining table.

"I have to go to Vesperia, wait for me to come back." Julian Sinclair looked at the time; the housekeeper should be arriving soon.

"Going again?" Moira Young frowned, her sleepy eyes snapping open.

"There’s some business to handle."

"Go on, don’t bother coming back." Moira Young retorted, lowering her voice, stuffing some bread and milk randomly into her mouth, and then went back to sleep.

Julian Sinclair wasn’t comfortable leaving Moira Young alone at home, worried she might run off and get into trouble like yesterday.

The housekeeper had arrived, "Sir, everything’s ready."

Julian Sinclair nodded slightly, "Wait a minute."

He went upstairs into Moira Young’s room, seeing her buried in the covers. He frowned, went over, and pulled the covers away.

"Don’t want me to go?" Julian Sinclair reached out to brush her messy hair aside, wanting to see her expression.

He didn’t expect to feel moisture; Moira Young was crying.

Julian Sinclair’s dark cold eyes suddenly softened; he instinctively held Moira Young tight, recalling the news his father had just given him, his voice carrying a hint of pain: "I’m sorry..." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Moira Young replied indifferently, "What are you apologizing for this time?"

Julian Sinclair rested his chin on Moira Young’s head, enjoying the comforting warmth and beauty she exuded.

"Whichever you think it corresponds to, that’s the one." Julian Sinclair suddenly didn’t want to think anymore; his warm lips moved slowly to Moira Young’s ear.

Moira Young was startled by his sudden gesture, her body trembling slightly, cheeks flushing.

Julian Sinclair’s large hand gripped her, filling the room with a bewitching aura.

Moira Young’s sense of shame grew stronger, yet she couldn’t understand why this felt so different from that time in Vesperia...

Last time it was pain, nothing but pain...

But this time...

Moira Young couldn’t control her limbs, nor her voice.

With his movements, she reflexively grasped Julian Sinclair’s large hand tightly!

Julian Sinclair’s muscles tensed momentarily.

Eventually, after an encounter that nearly brought Moira Young to tears, it was finally over. She lay powerless on the bed, her mind blank.

Julian Sinclair held her, gradually falling asleep.

Downstairs, the housekeeper anxiously checked the time, the plane outside had been waiting for a long time; if they didn’t leave soon, it might draw attention.

He paced in the living room, unsure whether to go upstairs.

Just then, Mrs. Miller returned from shopping. Seeing the housekeeper so anxious, she asked, "What’s happened?"

The housekeeper glanced towards Moira Young’s bedroom.

"Arguing again?" Mrs. Miller worriedly asked.

"..." The housekeeper didn’t know how to respond, his face awkwardly scrunched.

"What exactly happened?" Mrs. Miller grew more curious.

"Nothing... nothing really, just that the young master still needs to go to Vesperia but hasn’t come down yet." The housekeeper covered his embarrassment.

"Why not go and call him?" Mrs. Miller taunted him, "Making such a fuss over nothing."

Thinking of the sounds he’d heard from Moira Young earlier, the housekeeper slapped his forehead, forcing himself to forget, "I was so stupid! I should’ve gone outside to stand."

"What are you talking about? What’s wrong with you?" Mrs. Miller looked at him disdainfully.

"Don’t look at me like that, you’ll be like me sooner or later." The housekeeper retorted, "Sooner or later!"

Mrs. Miller gave him a glance, ignoring him, and went to prepare breakfast.

"It’s almost eight, why hasn’t the young master come down yet?" Mrs. Miller mumbled while washing vegetables, "He usually gets up by seven-thirty to read the newspaper."

"You’ll find out soon enough, soon!" the housekeeper muttered defiantly.

"Ridiculous." Mrs. Miller chuckled, thinking the housekeeper was acting odd today.

After a while, Julian Sinclair came out of Moira Young’s room in a bathrobe, the housekeeper immediately approached, "Sir, the plane is already—"

"Not going," Julian Sinclair stated calmly.

The housekeeper knew Julian Sinclair urgently wanted to go to Vesperia for something important, but after entering Moira Young’s room, everything changed; he was worried but did as instructed.

"Sir, is the miss awake?" Mrs. Miller asked.

"Let her sleep a little longer." Julian Sinclair picked up the newspaper.

Mrs. Miller handed him a cup of coffee; he sipped, noticing it tasted different, "Changed?"

"Sir, Adrian Grant’s coffee has been finished, I found this in the storage room."

Julian Sinclair nodded slightly, "Alright."

He set down the coffee, immediately sending Adrian Grant a text with just two words.

The phone call came instantly, Adrian Grant erupted, "If you want coffee, buy it yourself—!"

"Yours tastes better." Julian Sinclair smirked, teasing.

"..." Adrian Grant was silent for a long time, forcing himself to calm down, "Get lost—"

Julian Sinclair was about to say more when he sensed someone watching him from above; he looked up, finding Moira Young staring at him with a complex look.

"Hello? Hey? Hey! Remember to send me money!" Adrian Grant helplessly said.

Julian Sinclair hung up the call, tossed the phone aside, "You’re awake."

"I heard it all." Moira Young’s tears streamed down her face.

Julian Sinclair was slightly stunned, what?

Moira Young was in a stage where she easily overthought. Julian Sinclair was engaged to Fiona Rhodes, and she’d already given her body to Julian Sinclair. This complex relationship was like ropes tightly binding her, impossible to escape.