Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 127: Skipping Class

She rarely saw Julian Sinclair speak so gently on the phone, with a smile on his lips.

Now she saw it with her own eyes and heard it with her own ears; the person on the other end must be Fiona Rhodes.

He had just done such a thing with her... and then turned around, smiling and deeply engaged with Fiona Rhodes...

Moira Young was utterly disappointed.

"Miss, you’re awake. By the way, young sir, what did Master Adrian say on the phone? Will he send us more coffee?" Mrs. Miller asked with concern, as Julian Sinclair’s favorite coffee was the kind sent by Adrian Grant, which was said to be hard to buy.

Moira Young loosened her grip; Mrs. Miller’s meaning was—was it Adrian Grant on the call just now, talking about coffee?

Julian Sinclair gestured for Mrs. Miller to be quiet, then went upstairs, touched Moira Young’s head, and said, "Not happy?"

Moira Young suddenly felt she might indeed be too sensitive, but she still couldn’t forgive the fact that he was already engaged and yet had a relationship with her.

"Don’t touch me." Moira Young brushed his hand away. "I need to go to school."

"You’re very tired right now; you need rest." Julian Sinclair picked her up and put her back on the bed.

"I’m not tired; I want to go to school!" Moira Young gritted her teeth, trying to get out of bed.

Julian Sinclair pinned her down with one hand, deliberately moving his hand, his eyes filled with charm. "Really not tired?"

Moira Young’s ears turned red; she turned her face away, angrily saying, "Go away!"

"Sleep a little longer, I’ll take you to school." Julian Sinclair let her go, "Don’t be stubborn."

Moira Young huffed angrily, grabbing the quilt and covering herself messily, knowing that she was firmly in Julian Sinclair’s grasp and couldn’t escape at all.

Moira Young thought she wouldn’t fall asleep, but to her surprise, she opened her eyes and it was already noon.

Oh no!

Skipped class again!

Moira Young was so anxious she was almost in tears! The homeroom teacher had just held a reprimand meeting a few days ago, and now she skipped class, it was like walking right into trouble!

"Julian Sinclair—!" Moira Young hurried downstairs, but Julian Sinclair was not there.

Wasn’t he supposed to take her? Where was he?

"Miss, the young master had to leave for the company on short notice; the car to take you is already waiting." Mrs. Miller packed the prepared food into a lunch box, "Remember to eat it while it’s hot."

Moira Young grabbed it, put it in her bag and ran out: "Got it!"

When Moira Young got to school, the afternoon class had already started ten minutes ago.

She tiptoed in from the back door, silently praying not to be seen...

"That student—" suddenly someone called out to her.

Moira Young’s heart skipped a beat, thinking she was caught for sure.

But just as she was about to lift her head, a pair of large hands pressed down on her head.

"Sorry, teacher, I’m late," Heath Sterling’s voice came from above.

"It’s alright, find a seat," the teacher, knowing Heath Sterling wasn’t from their class, didn’t want to make it difficult for him, especially since making it difficult for Heath Sterling was like making it difficult for all the girls in school.

Heath Sterling moved his hand off Moira Young’s head, covering her the whole time, and sat in his usual spot.

"Why are you skipping class every day lately?" Heath Sterling asked quietly.

Moira Young was a bit confused by Heath Sterling’s sudden appearance, but still answered his question: "Special circumstances..."

Heath Sterling nodded knowingly, "Got it."

Moira Young didn’t know what he understood, but it wasn’t good to keep talking to him, so she took out her book and started listening to the lesson.

It wasn’t until class was over that Heath Sterling bought her a cup of hot jujube milk, that she realized Heath Sterling misunderstood she was having her period.

Moira Young didn’t want to explain and simply accepted it: "Thank you, but don’t buy me things anymore."

"I heard—Julian Sinclair got engaged?" Heath Sterling always minded that she suddenly reconciled with Julian Sinclair, so he hadn’t shown up in front of her for the past few days.

The hands holding her milk stiffened, her tone turning somewhat hostile: "Why are you telling me this?"

"Moira Young, wake up, don’t you remember what he did to you before?" Heath Sterling pressed on relentlessly.

"Stop it!" Moira Young placed the milk on the desk and grabbed her bag, ready to leave.

"Heath Sterling, let’s keep our distance from now on."

"Keep our distance? Why suddenly keep our distance? Even if you went back to the Sinclair family, even if you reconciled with Julian Sinclair, what does it represent? He’s engaged, he’s a man with a fiancée, you’re free to love, why keep our distance?" Heath Sterling rushed over to block her, full of unwillingness.

These words felt like a heavy stone pressing on Moira Young’s heart, inexplicably painful.

Moira Young looked at him sadly, "Heath, I know you’re good to me, I know... but..."

"Things are not as simple as they were..."

"Everything has changed..."

Heath Sterling didn’t care about any of that, "Simple or not, changed or unchanged, it’s all just your perception, I don’t think that way."

Moira Young didn’t know how to explain to him, she could only harden her tone: "Heath Sterling, only by keeping our distance will it be best for both of us."

Heath Sterling frowned, thinking what she said was nonsense, "I don’t care, all I know is I like you, and liking you means I should persist."

Moira Young didn’t want to hear him anymore, gently pushed his shoulder and left the classroom.

——

Sinclair Group, President’s office.

"Young Master, there’s a video call from Vesperia." Butler Liu turned off the lights, as such family meetings were generally very important.

Julian Sinclair had been investigating for a whole day; he wanted to know who exactly prompted The Rhodes and The Sinclair Group to discuss advancing the wedding date.

He rubbed his temples in exhaustion and nodded, "Let’s start."

Butler Liu opened the video.

On the other side were several high-ranking elders of the Sinclair family, clearly there to inform Julian Sinclair of something.

"Julian, we’re here to tell you that your wedding with the Rhodes daughter has been moved up to the beginning of next month; return to Vesperia tomorrow to start preparing."

Julian Sinclair remained expressionless, his voice cold, "I disagree."

"You don’t have the authority to make this decision; this was agreed upon by everyone." They were only informing Julian Sinclair.

"The Rhodes have already figured out your intentions, if you want a smooth inheritance, don’t cause trouble in the next half-month."

After notifying Julian Sinclair, the video call was ended by the other side.

Butler Liu saw that Julian Sinclair’s expression was getting worse and knew the gravity of the situation. Logically, he shouldn’t disturb Julian Sinclair now, but Julian Sinclair had ordered him to bring Ethan Sterling over, and that person had been waiting at the door for a long time.

"Young Master... do you still want to see Ethan Sterling?" Butler Liu glanced at the tightly shut office door.

Julian Sinclair nodded, signaling him to come in.