Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 168: Living Together

Luckily, the fire in her hair was put out.

The palms of Moira Young’s hands were scorched red, almost to the point of blistering. At this moment, the door to the room was pushed open, and Morton came in with a plate of sashimi. He was initially shocked to see Moira Young in such a disheveled state.

He immediately realized her hair had been burnt and was still smoking.

Morton quickly put down the tray and asked, "Are you okay?"

Moira Young’s eyes were a bit red from the pain, and she held out her hands. "My hands..."

Morton looked at them and hurried to get some ice to apply to them.

"How did you burn yourself? Because of the candle?" Morton glanced at the scented candle on the table, which still had a small flame burning.

"I accidentally fell asleep on the table and didn’t notice it," Moira Young’s palms were so numbed by the ice that they almost lost sensation.

Morton stayed by her side, watching her apply the ice. After five minutes, he finally let her remove the ice, and fortunately, no blisters had formed.

"Morton, you should get back to work; it should be fine now." Moira Young felt her palms weren’t hurting as much anymore.

"I saved some sea urchin for you, and there’s also a smaller king crab. I’ll bring it to you when it’s ready," Morton said earnestly as he checked Moira Young’s palms to make sure they were really okay before leaving reassured.

Moira Young patted her forehead with the back of her hand. How stupid! She had actually managed to burn her own hair; it was so embarrassing!

She pushed the candle further away, ensuring she wouldn’t stupidly come into contact with it again.

Perhaps because she had just napped, she felt hungry. Moira Young first ate a slice of salmon sashimi.

The ingredients at Morton’s shop were always the freshest, and the taste was truly exceptional.

After a while, Morton entered with sea urchin and king crab, and Moira Young was already salivating.

She had just taken a bite of sea urchin when her phone suddenly rang.

It was an unfamiliar number; Moira Young’s first reaction was that Julian Sinclair might have changed his number and was calling her. Her heart leaped into her throat.

The first call went unanswered, but it kept ringing. With Morton beside her, Moira Young felt embarrassed to keep ignoring it, so she had no choice but to answer it.

She didn’t speak, waiting to hear what the other side would say.

"Moira Young, I heard Annie asked you to come see me today, and you didn’t want to?" a chilling voice said.

Moira Young recognized it was Glen Guthrie.

Her face instantly turned pale, and the hand holding the chopsticks trembled.

"Come see me during the day tomorrow, or else I’ll—" Glen Guthrie intentionally dragged out the last word, then hung up.

Morton saw all of Moira Young’s nervous and fearful expression and asked with concern, "What’s wrong?"

"Nothing... nothing..." The knot in Moira Young’s heart slowly tightened again. She held back her tears, losing her appetite.

"Morton, I have something to do. I’ll leave first; thank you for today," Moira Young said as she stood up to leave.

"Wait!" Morton called after her.

"Take this candle with you, but remember, always extinguish it when you’re not home."

Morton handed the scented candle to Moira Young. "I’ll have someone see you home."

Moira Young took the candle, "No need, Morton. I’ll take a taxi myself. Thank you so much for today."

Moira Young said goodbye and left. Morton didn’t try to stop her, standing there for a long time watching her leave.

When Moira Young got home, she lay tiredly on the sofa. Lee sent a text to remind her to pack her bags, but she didn’t want to move at all.

She felt that her home was the safest place. Outside, everything was dangerous.

She closed her eyes and finally allowed herself to cry, a luxury only possible at home.

Moira Young slept on the sofa the entire night, waking up when it was almost noon.

She picked up her phone and saw that Glen Guthrie had called countless times.

Moira Young turned over, staring at the ceiling, hesitating whether to go to the hospital to see him.

Glen Guthrie said he had a video of her, but she was skeptical.

After weighing her options carefully, Moira Young eventually decided to go. It’s better to be safe than sorry. If the girl in white in the last video on Glen Guthrie’s phone is really her, ignoring it would be catastrophic.

She mustered up her courage and pushed open the hospital room door.

But then—

Flashes and microphones from all around threatened to engulf her!

"Moira Young, what’s your relationship with Glen Guthrie?" a reporter asked.

"Did you get into LE thanks to Glen Guthrie giving you a leg up?"

Moira Young stood dumbfounded on the spot, at a loss!

"Are you two really together, or is it just for publicity?"

Moira Young frowned, suddenly feeling something was off! Yesterday, when Vivi and Annie came to see Glen Guthrie, there weren’t this many reporters, right? Even if there were, did they ask the same questions?

Why did Glen Guthrie blow up her phone to threaten her to come here today? What was his intent?

"I don’t understand what you’re saying," Moira Young said warily, looking at everything in front of her.

"Everyone—Moira is naturally shy. If you have any questions, just ask me." Glen Guthrie, lying on the hospital bed, suddenly spoke.

The reporters then shifted their focus to him at the bedside.

"Glen Guthrie, you’ve had constant rumors over the years. Are you truly together with the rising star Moira Young this time?"

Glen Guthrie chuckled, "I’ll choose not to answer that kind of question."

The reporters in the room instantly understood.

The more Moira Young listened, the more she felt something was wrong. What was the underlying meaning of his words?

She couldn’t stay there any longer, so she turned to leave. She was sure Glen Guthrie had some ulterior motive in calling her here today.

Moira Young quickly packed her bags at home, as the most important thing now was to move into the talent show’s dormitory.

Lee came to pick her up, then drove her there.

The place was a large detached house, with a big yard, a room for singing practice, and a dance studio. She would be living there for the next week.

Moira Young didn’t like changing environments. It had taken her days to adjust when she moved before, and she had never slept well a single night while traveling in Japan. Moving here for a week felt especially daunting.

Lee helped move her luggage into her room, which she was to share with another person, her roommate, Annie.

Moira Young hadn’t expected to share a room with someone else. She hesitated for a moment, tempted to back out.

She didn’t want to live with someone else.

Annie had arrived before her and ran to hug Moira Young when she saw her, smiling sweetly, "Wow, it’s really you! I was worried about not getting along with my roommate. Good thing it’s you!"

Moira Young never liked being touched, and instinctively pulled away. Annie didn’t mind, still smiling sweetly.

"Moira, I’ve put your things in place. I’ll leave now," Lee was about to leave, and Moira Young immediately followed him out.