Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 167: Fragrance

"If Heath hadn’t called me, I wouldn’t even know you’re a star now." Morton held a neatly wrapped wooden lunch box.

He lifted it, "Your dinner."

"I called Heath to ask what you like to eat, but he told me not to worry about it, that he’d take care of your dinner." Lee shrugged, "So he sent someone special to deliver food!"

"Alright, go have your dinner. I’m heading home from work. Remember to pack your things tonight, you’ll have to move here tomorrow night." Lee reminded.

Moira acknowledged.

Morton took Moira to his car. Just as Moira was about to open the lunch box, Morton stopped her, "Wait a moment."

"What’s up?" Moira wondered if there was a specific way to open the food.

"I’ll take you to the store to eat, so it’s fresh." Morton suggested.

"Sure." Moira felt comfortable around Morton and naturally agreed to eat at his store.

With that, she set the lunch box aside.

Morton drove steadily, without any rush, and the car held a faint scent of herbs and wood that was quite calming. Moira felt happier just breathing in the scent.

"Have you finished reading those books?" Earlier, when Heath called Morton, he specifically instructed not to mention Heath’s injury, so Morton found other topics to chat about.

"Not yet, I’ve been a bit busy." The car was quiet, so Moira spoke softly, but it was still audible.

"Okay, if you finish them, you can ask me. Next time I go to Japan, I’ll bring you some more."

Moira relaxed, taking in the subtle fragrance in the car; since she broke off things with Julian, she hadn’t smelled anything comforting.

"Morton, the scent in your car smells so good." Moira couldn’t help but say.

Morton chuckled, "It’s my brother’s fragrance. I liked it, so I took some."

"Do you like it too? I can give you some. We have scented candles with this fragrance at the store."

Moira wanted it but was worried she might seem rude, "Really?"

"How does the Chinese saying go? Sharing is a virtue." Morton thought for a while before recalling the phrase in Chinese.

Seeing him struggle, Moira couldn’t help but laugh quietly, which Morton caught sight of, leaving him a bit flustered.

"Where did you hear that from?" Moira curiously asked him.

"Heath taught me. Once, he came while I was eating, and he took a piece of tuna I was about to eat. I asked him why he took my food, and he seriously told me that sharing is a virtue."

Moira laughed uncontrollably, "That’s exactly something he’d do!"

"He taught me many Chinese phrases. I’ll tell you more when I have the chance." Morton had already driven to the store’s entrance.

Moira nodded and got out of the car.

For some reason today, Morton’s store was crowded with customers, even Morton was startled to see the crowd.

They stood outside the store, unable to get in, "When I stepped out earlier, there was no one here. How did this happen so suddenly?"

Morton had to take Moira through the back entrance to the storeroom. Because Morton usually personally prepared many dishes, the staff, most of whom were Chinese, couldn’t handle it, causing new customers to wait a long time, and some even started getting upset.

Seeing Morton return, the employees were near tears, "Boss! You’re finally back! We called you but couldn’t reach you, and we didn’t know what to do!"

Morton was bewildered about what was happening, "Speak slowly."

"It’s just that some food show came to our store a few days ago, and somehow we became an internet sensation..."

Morton exclaimed, "A food show visit?"

"Basically, a group from a food show goes around finding good places to eat and posts them online."

Moira glanced at Morton; she had heard of that term, "Morton, you should hurry and take care of it."

A few more sweaty employees came in, likely driven by impatient customers, urging Morton.

Luckily, Morton’s store had a private room, which was also his study. Regular customers weren’t allowed in, so he took Moira there.

This small room was decorated almost identically to Morton’s home in Japan, with a row of neat bookshelves, radiating a strong bookish aroma.

"Moira, wait here for a bit. You can look at the books." Morton pointed to the top row, "Except for the top row, feel free to browse the rest."

"Alright, go ahead." Moira replied, finding the place quite agreeable.

"By the way, the scented candle you like is in the desk drawer; you can take it out and light it."

With that, seeing Moira relaxed, Morton proceeded to handle matters in the store.

Alone in the room, Moira approached the bookshelves, respectfully avoiding the top row as instructed, starting from the second row. However, a small label on the top row caught her eye.

"Heath Sterling’s collection, do not touch without permission." Moira read softly.

She didn’t expect Heath to have so many books here. She couldn’t help but think that Heath never seemed to read seriously, making her curious about what his collection consisted of.

After much internal conflict, caught between the choice of being polite and touching them because they were Heath’s, Moira eventually decided to take a look.

Tiptoeing, she pulled out a book but didn’t pull it out entirely, just halfway, revealing on the cover a photo book of a Japanese woman!

Oh my God!

Moira felt a shiver run through her, immediately pushing the book back in.

She just knew Heath wouldn’t read serious books! They were all inappropriate to bring out!

Moira, disdainful, glanced at the top row, not wanting to touch the entire shelf anymore.

She moved to Morton’s desk, opened the drawer, and found two scented candles with the same aroma as the one in Morton’s car.

Taking one out, she lit it with a lighter nearby. Gradually, the soothing fragrance filled the room, and Moira sat down, resting her head on the desk, entranced by the flickering flame.

After a while, drowsiness set in, and she accidentally fell asleep.

In her dream, she envisioned the scene where she almost got burned alive; she felt the intense heat, desperately trying to escape.

Suddenly!

Moira jerked awake, realizing at that moment that a flame had caught her long hair!

Panic-stricken, Moira jumped from her chair, instinctively using her hands to pat out the flame in her hair, accidentally burning her hand in the process.