Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 161: Who Is It

"Did something happen between you and Heath? Did he go to the bar to find Glen?" Moira Young asked insistently, already prepared to go look for them.

Carter Porter hesitated for a moment, then carefully asked, "Did Thea Thorne... tell you everything?"

"Yes, where are you guys? I’m coming to find you."

"Heath is in the hospital; his parents are both there, so I went home first," Carter thought for a while, "Moira, you shouldn’t go looking for him, let’s talk about it tomorrow."

Moira Young understood Carter’s meaning, "Then tomorrow..."

"Heath’s injuries are mostly superficial; he just needed a few stitches, but his face is quite swollen. The doctor said it’s not a big deal, and he just needs to rest. You don’t need to worry too much," Carter reassured her.

Moira Young weakly acknowledged, and after hanging up the phone, she found it difficult to calm down. She spent another sleepless night.

——

The next day.

The Sinclair Residence.

Julian Sinclair got up early to quickly become familiar with the affairs of The Sinclair Group in the country, not even focusing on breakfast.

Mrs. Miller was concerned about Julian Sinclair not eating breakfast properly, especially since she heard he had been injured before and needed to recuperate well. She was worried.

Julian Sinclair sat at the dining table, reading through documents while sipping coffee, barely touching the breakfast on the table.

Mrs. Miller couldn’t bear it any longer, "Young Master, even though you usually don’t eat much for breakfast, you at least take it seriously. Why are you just drinking coffee these past two days without eating breakfast?"

Julian Sinclair didn’t look up, nor did he stop working, "Too busy."

"I know you’re busy, Young Master, but no matter how busy, you can’t skip breakfast. It’s very important," Mrs. Miller reasoned with concern, hoping he’d take a few bites.

Julian Sinclair did not respond, continuing to flip through documents.

Mrs. Miller knew Julian Sinclair’s temper, so she didn’t say more. She shook her head and muttered to herself, "Ah, if only Miss Moira were here."

Julian Sinclair suddenly paused, and his refined eyes narrowed suddenly in a frown, "Who?"

Mrs. Miller was startled; she had no idea what had happened between Julian Sinclair and Moira Young. Besides, Julian Sinclair had suddenly disappeared before, and Moira Young disappeared along with him. Now that Julian Sinclair was back, Moira Young hadn’t returned.

"Miss Moira..." Mrs. Miller stammered for some reason.

Julian Sinclair wanted to ask who Miss Moira was, but he stopped just in time, realizing that if he asked, she’d know his secret.

Though he didn’t ask, Julian Sinclair had a clear unease in his heart, subconsciously linking Miss Moira to the girl he saw on TV.

Could they possibly be the same person?

Julian Sinclair’s eyebrows knitted together slowly, his expression icy and indifferent.

Mrs. Miller could tell what this expression meant, so she stopped talking, thinking that Julian Sinclair and Moira Young must have had another falling-out; otherwise, Julian wouldn’t react this way upon hearing her name...

"Yo! What’s got our dear Julian so upset so early in the morning?" Adrian Grant swaggered in suddenly, dropping in the seat across from Julian Sinclair. Seeing the lavish breakfast spread, he couldn’t help but exclaim, "I’ve never seen your breakfast this lavish. What’s going on today, like a festival or something?"

"The Young Master won’t eat, only drink coffee. I had no choice but to make more," Mrs. Miller said helplessly.

"Alright then, if your Young Master won’t eat, I’ll help him out." Adrian Grant started eating without hesitation, "I don’t usually get up this early, nor do I eat breakfast. Today, I’ll see what it’s like to eat breakfast."

Julian Sinclair looked at him flatly, "You need me for something?"

"I just thought you might need me!" Adrian Grant gave Julian Sinclair a knowing look, glanced at Mrs. Miller busy in the kitchen, and asked quietly, "Does she know?"

"Adrian Grant." Julian Sinclair called his name with a serious face.

Adrian was taken aback, sensing something wasn’t right, pretending not to hear, and continued eating.

"You’re hiding something from me." Julian Sinclair’s words were a statement, not a question. He was sure Adrian Grant was hiding something; Julian thought he wouldn’t come back after fleeing that night, but here he was, early this morning.

Adrian choked on the soy milk he was drinking, "Am I?"

Julian Sinclair’s eyes were like deep wells, dark and cold, seemingly able to see into one’s soul.

Seeing his cover blown, Adrian Grant said, "It’s not that I wanted to hide it from you; I didn’t know if I should say anything."

"Hmm?" Julian Sinclair signaled him to speak the truth.

Adrian Grant observed Julian Sinclair carefully, "You really... remember nothing?"

Julian Sinclair did not answer, instead opened his phone and played a video of the girl playing the piano.

"Who is she?"

Adrian’s throat moved unconsciously, realizing this couldn’t be hidden any longer. After hesitating, he finally said, "Moira Young."

"And who’s Moira Young?" Julian Sinclair indeed hadn’t guessed wrong—Mrs. Miller’s Miss Moira was the person he had been trying to understand.

"Moira Young is... um... how should I put this..." Adrian Grant thought long and hard and still didn’t know how to describe who Moira Young was...

Julian Sinclair just looked at him with a blank expression, waiting for an answer.

"Why don’t you... ask her yourself?" Adrian Grant looked around for a long time without giving any answer but skillfully avoided the question while hitting the mark.

"Where is she?"

Adrian Grant shrugged, indicating he didn’t know either, "Since you disappeared, she vanished as well. I can’t find her."

"However... I know her school; maybe you can go there to find her?" Adrian suddenly remembered something, questioning, "Julian Sinclair, after you returned home, didn’t you check every corner of your house?"

Julian Sinclair was puzzled.

Adrian Grant narrowed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and clicked his tongue twice, laughing, "I see, no wonder you ask who Moira Young is."

He repeated "I see" several times, then suddenly sighed in relief, "Once you thoroughly check every corner of this house, you’ll know who she is."

Adrian actually wanted to say, "You’ll know what she means to you," but to avoid Julian Sinclair clinging to him for answers, he changed his approach.

"What do you say, buddy, want me to help you look around?"

Julian Sinclair took a sip of coffee, pushed the documents aside, and then stood up from the chair, "No need."

Adrian Grant pouted, feigning a pitiful look, but internally, he was delighted, "Fine, no need then!"

He didn’t want to tour the house with Julian Sinclair; he just wanted to lie on the sofa for a nap. If he weren’t worried about Julian Sinclair not remembering anything by himself, he wouldn’t have come so early to keep him company.