Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 140: Address

Heath Sterling glanced inadvertently, noting it was an apartment not far from school; there were many apartments near the school. He once considered buying one but eventually chose a small villa.

"Moira, you moved?" Heath Sterling asked.

"Yeah." Moira Young signed her name above.

Heath Sterling secretly memorized the address and door number.

——

Two weeks later.

Just as Carter Porter said, the visa was processed swiftly.

Moira Young was at home gathering her things. She didn’t have much, just two pieces of clothing she had bought recently; everything else was in a place she vowed never to return to.

The doorbell suddenly rang, and Moira Young tensed up, instinctively thinking it was Julian Sinclair knocking.

Moira Young held her breath and didn’t move; the doorbell rang several more times.

"It seems she’s not at home; give her a call."

She faintly heard Carter Porter’s voice, and soon after, her phone rang—it was Heath Sterling calling. Moira Young finally exhaled and went to open the door.

Heath Sterling’s phone was still pressed to his ear, and he paused, "Thought you weren’t home."

"I was just tidying up." Moira Young felt a bit awkward, pointing to the suitcase on the floor.

"We’ve packed everything, and it seems there’s nothing much to bring; we’ll just buy what we need when we get to Japan." Heath Sterling walked in.

"How did you find my place?" Moira Young recalled writing her address the day she processed her visa, couldn’t help but chuckle bitterly, realizing her brain wasn’t functioning too well.

"What doesn’t Heath know? I know everything." Heath Sterling laughed roguishly.

"Moira, your place is not bad, just a bit small." Heath Sterling pretended to be really interested in touring around, but he was actually looking for any traces of Julian Sinclair. After checking around without seeing any male items, he began to suspect whether Moira Young and Julian Sinclair had separated.

Moira Young smiled but said nothing.

The next day.

They went together to the Aleridia airport since there weren’t many first-class seats available. Despite Morton purchasing the tickets in advance, their four seats were still together.

Except for Moira Young, who was quietly resting with her eyes closed, the remaining three were chatting happily.

Upon arriving in Japan, Heath Sterling originally planned to stay at a hotel, but couldn’t refuse Morton’s earnest invitation.

"Though my place is a bit away from downtown, it’s still conveniently reachable by car." Morton said as he fetched his luggage, "It’s my house, and no one has lived there for a long time. I truly hope you all will stay there."

Heath Sterling glanced at Moira Young who was standing silently by the side, wanting to ask her opinion, "Moira, what do you think?"

"You guys decide." Moira Young’s voice was so faint it was barely audible.

"Alright, then we’ll let you play the host this time!" Heath Sterling wrapped an arm around Morton’s shoulder, giving him a look, "Take us there tonight."

Morton happily agreed, "No problem."

Carter Porter came closer, feeling a bit uneasy, "Taking Moira to the red-light district doesn’t seem right."

"It’s fine; it’s pretty much a tourist spot now." Morton explained.

"No, I mean... If we’re going to do something, what about Moira..."

Heath Sterling slapped Carter on the head, "What are you thinking of doing? What are you up to?"

Moira Young was startled, turning her head.

Carter Porter retorted unsatisfactorily, "Weren’t you the one clamoring to go to the red-light district to see beautiful girls?"

Heath Sterling felt more embarrassed, "It was you who said so; stop deflecting blame!"

Moira Young understood where the red-light district was; she had heard before about the famous street in Japan. Knowing Heath Sterling and Carter Porter were eager to go, she approached and said proactively, "I won’t go; I’m very tired and need to rest when we get back."

Heath Sterling glared fiercely at Carter Porter, "All your fault."

They left the Japan airport, where Morton’s friend came to pick them up.

"Is there anything special you guys want to eat?" Morton asked.

"Let’s have ramen, Moira what do you think?" Heath Sterling looked eagerly at Moira Young, waiting for her response.

Moira Young smiled, "Sure, I’ve never had authentic Japanese ramen yet."

"Then I’ll take you to a ramen shop that’s been open for over a hundred years, the taste is excellent; I’ve been eating there since I was a child."

"We won’t need to make reservations again, will we?" Heath Sterling wore a bitter face, "Let’s eat somewhere that doesn’t require reservations."

Morton’s friend laughed, saying something in Japanese while driving, and Morton translated, "Don’t worry, the ramen shop is owned by his family." 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"My friend says we don’t need to reserve seats beforehand; we can go straight through the backdoor."

Carter Porter exclaimed in surprise, "Having a resourceful friend is really important..."

"When I was in China, Heath helped me a lot; he’s the truly resourceful friend." Morton gave Heath Sterling a look; Heath immediately raised his head proudly and nodded repeatedly.

Moira Young was amused by Heath Sterling; he really was adorable.

——

Vesperia.

Hospital.

Julian Sinclair lay on the bed full of scars, still as if he were dead.

Twenty days had passed, and he showed no intent of waking up.

His father stood outside the isolation door, leaning on a cane, which had become a requisite since Julian Sinclair’s accident.

His figure visibly aged significantly.

Twenty days ago, Julian Sinclair for some unknown reason suddenly bolted from his wedding, and later was involved in a car accident in China. Thankfully he remained alive, but doctors said whether he would wake up depended entirely on his will.

On his bedside table lay a necklace, tightly clenched in his hand during the accident; doctors had struggled to remove it from him during the operation.

The necklace, presumably, was of great significance to him.

After a while standing, his father was ready to take a rest, and upon turning around bumped into Fiona Rhodes.

She had come to see him too, although over these twenty days, her visits had grown infrequent.

"Uncle, has Julian woken up?" Fiona Rhodes asked anxiously.

His father shook his head slowly, looking worn-out.

"It’s been so many days... Will he ever wake up..." Fiona Rhodes muttered to herself, thinking his father couldn’t hear.

But his father’s ears weren’t yet feeble; he heard her clearly, feeling some anger. Fiona Rhodes and Julian Sinclair grew up together, childhood sweethearts, assumed deeply in love. But after Julian Sinclair’s accident, his father gradually understood Fiona Rhodes’ intentions.

"Whether he wakes up depends wholly on himself." Not wishing to speak further, his father left.

Fiona Rhodes approached the clear glass of the isolation area, observing Julian Sinclair lying on the bed; she actually harbored some resentment towards him.

That wedding day she felt utterly humiliated, with prestigious individuals watching her ridicule; she would always remember how wretched and miserable she was on that day.