Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 149: Reliable

Julian Sinclair stared at the beautiful, untouchable profile on the TV, his heart aching to the point he couldn’t breathe.

Gary immediately lowered his head, then placed the remote control aside, quietly stepping back, preparing to leave.

"Wait." Julian suddenly called out to him.

Gary’s legs trembled a bit, feeling somewhat frightened. Anyone who had stayed by Julian’s side understood that anything involving Moira Young was always a bomb ready to explode at any moment.

"Julian, is there anything else you need?" Gary unconsciously swallowed.

Julian’s furrowed brows looked like a blood-stained sword, mysterious and unpredictable.

"Get ready, we’re going back home." Julian’s cold, deep voice came through.

Gary had vaguely guessed this earlier and wasn’t surprised, it’s just...

"Julian, your body is still in recovery, maybe we should..."

Gary hadn’t finished speaking.

Julian swept a merciless glance over, without saying a word.

Just one cold gaze was enough to make him tremble.

Sweating by his forehead, Gary immediately responded, "I’ll get ready right away!"

With that, he quickly left with a few others from the ward and instructed some to wait at the door outside, ready to call him if anything happened.

Meanwhile, in the ward, Julian slowly released the hand covering his chest, trying to suppress the unspeakable pain.

Even when faced with his amnesia, he hadn’t been this uncomfortable; why was it when he saw the profile of that girl, he was in unbearable pain?

Previously, Fiona Rhodes had said she was his fiancée, then what was the identity of the girl on TV to him? What position did she hold in his heart?

Anyway, he had to know the truth.

The thing Julian wanted most was to find her and get clear answers.

Two hours later, Gary had everything prepared; the private jet was already waiting on the hospital roof, he dashed to the ward, still catching his breath as he entered.

Julian didn’t like those around him being so unsettled; Gary ultimately was still too young.

A few days ago, Julian had reviewed all his pre-amnesia property and company information because even though his memories were lost, they were still his memories; habits cultivated over nearly thirty years, so many things were still familiar, not completely unfamiliar.

After boarding the plane, Julian wanted to grasp all information about that girl as quickly as possible but couldn’t openly investigate, which troubled him; he closed his eyes, swiftly thinking of a solution.

"Julian, Adrian Grant called you again; would you like to answer?" Gary asked, holding Julian’s phone.

Because Julian wouldn’t converse with someone he didn’t understand in order to avoid errors and complications during speaking.

And this person named Adrian Grant called almost daily; Julian vaguely felt the relationship with this person should be very good, yet he couldn’t be sure, so he chose not to answer each time.

"Julian, why don’t you answer Adrian’s call?" Gary asked curiously.

Julian glanced lightly at the phone, deliberately countering, "Why should I answer?"

"Isn’t Adrian your best friend? Don’t tell me you and he..." Gary stopped halfway, realizing his mistake, closing his mouth, feeling awkward.

Julian’s lips curved slightly; it turned out this person Adrian Grant was his best friend.

He extended his hand, gesturing for Gary to hand over the phone.

Gary, noticing Julian hadn’t rebuked him for the error, sighed in relief, then passed the phone to Julian.

Julian connected the call but didn’t speak first.

And there was silence from the other end too.

Neither of them spoke until a few seconds later, Adrian finally asked softly: "Trouble?"

Julian felt very close, very familiar, very safe with Adrian’s voice, slowly letting down his guard, "Yes."

"When will you return home?" Adrian asked.

"Arriving in five hours."

"I’ll be at your place waiting for you."

With a few brief words, Julian’s face finally relaxed, feeling he had someone reliable.

After hanging up, Gary tentatively asked: "Julian, do you still need me to keep the phone?"

Julian shook his head slightly because earlier he had given Gary the phone due to unfamiliarity with incoming calls, but now it was different; he knew of Adrian’s existence.

"Julian... I feel like you’ve changed somewhat since you woke up..."

Julian calmly replied, "Hmm?"

"I can’t quite put my finger on it; I just always feel like something seems different..." Gary truly couldn’t figure it out, yet, if anything was most evident and confusing to him, it was that Mrs. Miller’s disappearance seemed not to matter to Julian at all.

Since the day of Julian’s car accident, Mrs. Miller had completely vanished without contact.

Previously such situations arose when Julian sent Mrs. Miller on errands, but it lasted only two or three days, because Mrs. Miller managed not only all Julian’s assets but was also his personal housekeeper; anyone wanting to contact Julian had to go through Mrs. Miller.

And now, Mrs. Miller had been gone so long, it seemed Julian had forgotten about her.

Five hours later.

The private jet landed at Julian’s home.

Adrian Grant immediately went outside upon hearing the commotion, feeling relieved seeing Julian disembark from the plane.

"You disappeared for so long, why didn’t you answer my calls?" Adrian lazily lay back on the sofa.

Julian hadn’t spoken yet when Mrs. Miller shouted, "Young master!"

"Oh my! Young master is back!" Mrs. Miller ran over excitedly, eyes teary; she didn’t know what had happened, for so long the young master wasn’t home, Mrs. Miller hadn’t come over either, and Moira Young seemed to have vanished too, nearly breaking her down.

Adrian laughed, "Mrs. Miller, don’t be so dramatic; here he is, standing perfectly fine, hasn’t lost an arm or a leg."

Mrs. Miller wiped her tears, very happy, "Yes yes, it’s good young master is back, great he’s back; I’ll prepare dinner right away."

Saying this, Mrs. Miller walked off, smiling and crying, to prepare dinner.

Julian sat down wearily, his complexion still pale.

Adrian sensed his weakness and couldn’t help but frown, "Have you been hurt?"

Julian closed his eyes and leaned back, gently nodding, "Probably."

"What do you mean probably? You don’t even know if you’re injured? Brain malfunctioning?" Adrian asked mockingly, moving closer to Julian, "I mean, what’s been happening lately? Is Vesperia causing you trouble? Your wedding with Fiona Rhodes didn’t go off, right? Your news seemed intentionally hidden, so have you taken charge of The Sinclair Group’s power? You—"

"I lost my memory." Julian suddenly opened his eyes, calmly looking at Adrian.

Adrian was stunned, "You must be joking!"