Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 144: Peace and Safety

On the way back to Morton’s house, Moira Young kept clutching the peace charm in her hand without saying a word, always feeling that the charm was getting hotter and even making her palm turn red.

Moira Young didn’t know why she got a peace charm for Julian Sinclair, it was as if her mind and hand were out of control at that moment.

When they got home, everyone was tired and went to their rooms to sleep early.

Only Moira Young sat on the sofa watching TV in a daze.

She didn’t even know what she was watching since she couldn’t understand Japanese.

"Moira, after a long day, aren’t you going to rest early?" Morton suddenly appeared in front of her and then sat on the sofa beside her.

Morton had just finished showering, his hair still wet, wearing loose and comfortable sleepwear, and holding two cups of hot milk.

"Here," Morton handed one to her.

Moira Young snapped back to reality, gave a polite smile, took the milk, realizing she hadn’t had hot milk in a long time.

"Thank you, Morton." Moira Young lowered her eyes, a hint of sadness passing through.

"It’s nothing, don’t mention it." Morton smiled while sipping his hot milk.

"Thank you." Moira Young looked sincerely into his eyes; she didn’t want to explain too much. Everyone has secrets, but this gratitude was genuine.

The thanks were for Morton’s help at Clearwater Shrine earlier, keeping the peace charm a secret. She didn’t want Heath Sterling and Carter Porter to know she got a peace charm.

Morton saw the look in Moira Young’s eyes and realized her thank you wasn’t just about the milk.

Morton felt a bit embarrassed and responded, "I hope you have a great time in Japan."

"I did. If I have the chance, I’ll definitely come again." Moira Young took a sip of the hot milk and found it tasted slightly different from what she was used to at home, though she couldn’t pinpoint what was different, but it was delicious.

"I come back to Japan almost every month to stay for a few days. Although I really like China, Japan is truly my home, and my parents are here. So I’ve set a goal for myself to visit them every month. If you want to come, just let me know in advance. With me here, it’ll be convenient for you to go anywhere in Japan."

"Okay, thank you."

Moira Young drank a few sips of the milk, liking it more with each sip, and finished it quickly, wanting more.

Morton noticed and could always tell what Moira Young was thinking, then comfortably accommodated her wishes without making it awkward.

Morton gulped down his own milk and then looked at his empty cup, saying, "Looks like the new cup is a bit small, not holding much milk. I’ll go make some more."

"Moira, if you’re not in a hurry to sleep, I’ll make more for us to drink together."

Moira Young nodded in thanks, "Okay, I’m not sleeping yet."

Morton took Moira Young’s cup and went to the kitchen.

At this moment, Heath Sterling came out in pajamas, yawning with a lazy look, "You silly blockhead, why aren’t you asleep yet?"

"I’m not sleepy yet, you should go back to sleep." Moira Young instinctively tightened her grip on the peace charm, afraid Heath would see it.

"You’re not sleepy? Then I’ll keep you company for a bit." Heath Sterling said as he came downstairs.

"Can you understand Japanese variety shows?" Heath Sterling plopped down next to Moira, staring bored at the TV.

Moira Young hugged the pillow and moved aside a bit, whispering softly, "I can’t understand, just guessing."

"..." Heath Sterling looked at her like she was crazy, "What’s so good about this crappy variety show? Japanese humor is completely different from domestic humor, have you laughed watching this?"

Moira Young ignored him.

After a while, Morton came over with the milk. Heath Sterling quickly grabbed one cup for Moira Young and another for himself.

Morton looked at his now empty hands, powerless to argue, "Heath, a gentleman doesn’t take what others like."

"I’m no gentleman." Heath Sterling gulped down a lot.

Moira Young held a cup of hot milk in one hand and clutched the peace charm tightly with the other.

In comparison, the charm seemed even hotter to the touch.

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Vesperia. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Hospital.

With only half a day left until the three-day deadline, if Julian Sinclair doesn’t wake up, control of the Sinclair Group might really fall into someone else’s hands.

Julian’s father indeed worried that losing command of the Sinclair Group would make Julian’s future days difficult, but what he feared more was that Julian had been lying there for nearly a month, and he was afraid Julian might never wake up again...

Julian’s father’s face was weathered and exhausted as he stood at the isolation ward’s door. He had been there for two and a half days without leaving the hospital.

Standing for so long made his legs involuntarily tremble.

Inside the ward, Julian Sinclair’s phone, on his bedside table, kept looping a video of Moira Young playing the piano, but he could only hear the sound, not see the video.

At this moment, Julian’s father’s phone suddenly rang.

It was a call from an elder of the Sinclair Group.

"Has Julian woken up?" The caller asked directly, skipping any formalities, as they weren’t needed.

How important is the Sinclair Group’s control; it can’t be left to someone in a coma.

Julian’s father frowned, looking again at Julian Sinclair through the window, and then finally said, "Not awake yet."

"We agreed at the last meeting that if he doesn’t wake today, we’ll announce a new candidate tomorrow."

"Alright, I understand." Julian’s father hung up the phone. He wasn’t very old, but recent events made him seem much older, his hand trembling as he held the phone.

Julian Sinclair was the person he cared about most in the world, and even if... even if Julian never woke up and remained in a coma forever, he would do everything to protect Julian.

"Beep beep beep beep—" Suddenly!

The small light at Julian Sinclair’s ward door started flashing. The sudden light and sound startled Julian’s father, and he dropped his phone with a clatter.

"What’s... what’s happening!" Julian’s father watched in a panic as doctors rushed over,

"Such a response indicates the patient is awakening. The machine senses the patient’s waking features, which causes this," the doctor patiently explained.

"Awake... he’s awake!" Julian’s father was overjoyed, like he had gone back in time, back to the moment Julian’s mother had just given birth to him.

This joy was beyond words.

"Don’t rush, let’s go in and check first. If everything’s fine, he can be moved out of the isolation ward."

"Okay, okay, I’ll wait, I’ll wait..." Julian’s father didn’t even realize he had managed to come over without using his cane.

He peered through the transparent glass at four or five doctors gathered around Julian Sinclair’s bed, and after a while, they came out.

"Mr. Sinclair, your son is awake and can be moved out."

The doctor was about to leave but came back to say, "Why don’t you go in and see him; you’ve waited so long, and he’s finally awake."

After saying this, the doctors left.

Julian’s father stood outside the glass, hesitant, thrilled that Julian Sinclair had woken up.

Yet he was also disheartened by his lack of courage to go in.

Julian Sinclair had hated him since he was a child, and he feared Julian would be angry to see him right after waking up.