Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 184: So It Was

Glen Guthrie truly felt scared, "It’s just... I didn’t record her video that night, and then I said I did, saying it was on my phone, and she just believed me... Honestly, I really didn’t film anything! I really didn’t touch her!"

Julian Sinclair’s face turned ashen the moment he heard "touch her," but he still didn’t utter a single word.

"So you threatened her to go to the bar?" Mr. Liu inquired.

Glen Guthrie nodded painfully, "If I’d known there was a boss behind her, I wouldn’t have done this..."

"Where’s your phone?"

"Moira Young snatched it away from me; she threw chili powder in my face, which is why I ended up like this..."

Mr. Liu bent down slightly and whispered to Julian Sinclair, "Sir, shall we ask Ms. Young for the phone?"

Julian Sinclair then understood why Moira Young was so protective of something in her hand in the car, even asking him to release Glen Guthrie when getting out.

Turns out she thought the phone had her video.

"Bring her in," Julian Sinclair instructed.

Mr. Liu responded and walked into the courtyard, "Ms. Young, the master has called you inside."

Moira Young’s breathing began to quicken; she dared not enter.

"Ms. Young, don’t worry, we’ve questioned everything clearly, and there’s no video of you on the phone," Mr. Liu reassured.

Moira Young paused, her eyes suddenly lighting up: "Really?"

"Really."

Moira Young finally exhaled in relief; she had suspected the phone didn’t contain her video, but it was only a suspicion, not certainty, which was why Glen Guthrie led her by the nose. Now it’s clear—if the phone truly doesn’t have her video, then there’s nothing to worry about.

Moira Young followed Mr. Liu into the living room, and upon entering, witnessed quite a bloody scene, involuntarily scrunching her brow in reluctance.

She sat beside Julian Sinclair, her grip on the phone slightly loosening.

"Hand me the phone," Julian Sinclair extended his hand.

Moira Young obediently handed the phone to him.

"Password," Julian Sinclair didn’t bother looking at Glen Guthrie.

"052194..." Glen Guthrie knew he was cornered now; if he didn’t confess, he might not survive.

Julian Sinclair unlocked the phone, and Moira Young immediately leaned in to take a look, but as soon as the album opened, it contained nothing but indecent videos whose sole presence would disgust anyone to view. Moira Young, despite being mentally prepared, couldn’t bear the sight of the neatly arranged videos.

Moira Young thought about the particular day’s timing, and silently reflected on it while watching the video’s date, but upon reviewing the entire month, she found no videos or photos from that day.

It proved Glen Guthrie truly lied to her; there was no video of her.

Julian Sinclair handed the phone to Mr. Liu, "Erase all of it, check for backups or potential distribution."

"Yes, Sir."

"You all... since I’ve said there’s no Moira Young’s video and you’ve checked, just let me go..." Glen Guthrie thought this group was just standing up for Moira Young; he didn’t expect that despite confirming no videos existed, they still proceeded to investigate more!

No one paid attention to him.

The more this happened, the more terrified Glen Guthrie became, finally yelling tooth and nail: "This is kidnapping! Release me! Or I’ll call the police!"

Julian Sinclair didn’t want to see him anymore, standing up from the sofa and preparing to leave.

Moira Young instinctively followed, lost in thought with her head down, resulting in bumping directly into Julian Sinclair’s back after just two steps.

The corners of Julian Sinclair’s mouth, previously cold and intimidating, suddenly curved, akin to the melting of an icy mountain with the arrival of spring warmth.

His curiosity toward Moira Young grew, as did his intrigue in the relationship between them.

Julian Sinclair, from various indications, clearly recognized he harbored a very special emotion for Moira Young. Despite memory loss, despite not recalling anyone, he felt compelled solely toward her, a natural impulse that couldn’t be erased.

"You... go then..." Moira Young’s cheeks flushed slightly, rubbing her forehead awkwardly.

Julian Sinclair, sensing Moira Young’s embarrassment from the corner of his eye, directly walked out and got into the car, while Moira Young reached the courtyard, unsure whether to ride Julian Sinclair’s car again.

"Ms. Young?" Mr. Liu opened the car door but saw Moira Young unmoved.

"I’ll catch a cab," Moira Young avoided the awkwardness of sharing a ride with Julian Sinclair, declining Mr. Liu, then running outside intending to hail a taxi back.

Mr. Liu observed Julian Sinclair’s expression but didn’t utter a word.

Moira Young, unfamiliar with the locale, wandered a significant duration without finding the main road yet again looping back to the same spot, unable to comprehend this area’s layout.

However, Julian Sinclair’s car suddenly appeared before her, seemingly anticipating to intercept her.

"Ms. Young, get in," Mr. Liu specially came down to open the car door for her.

Moira Young felt a tad annoyed, refusing to believe she couldn’t exit this zone.

She pouted slightly, feeling a bit stubborn, turning away to move in a different direction.

Inside the car.

Mr. Liu glanced at Julian Sinclair, "Sir, what if Miss Young heads the right way this time?"

Julian Sinclair eyed the direction Moira Young was heading, his gaze dropping slightly, pausing for two seconds, then immediately alighting from the car.

He reached Moira Young’s side and swiftly grabbed her hand, using the moment Moira Young hadn’t reacted, effortlessly lifting her.

"Julian Sinclair, let me go!"

"Your mood changes fast," Julian Sinclair couldn’t help chuckling; she resorted to him in the bar like a wounded kitten but now she’s transformed the instant things were settled.

Moira Young understood Julian Sinclair’s implication, her face instantly blushing yet simultaneously growing angrier, "Let me down!"

"Isn’t your mood change just as quick? One moment asking me to be your man, the next marrying another woman!" Moira Young’s momentary haste led to her losing control, venting out!

Upon finishing, Julian Sinclair halted his footsteps, causing Moira Young to freeze herself.

She... she wished she could slap herself right now! What did she impulsively blurt out! How embarrassing!

"My woman?" Julian Sinclair slightly lowered his gaze to her face, a captivating scent igniting from beneath his nose, directly piercing his heart.

Moira Young covered her flushed face, annoyed and embarrassed: "You’re not worthy!"

Gradually, a smile colored Julian Sinclair’s refined eye corners, revealing evidently that she had already become his woman.

Julian Sinclair’s hold on Moira Young strengthened slightly as he placed her inside the car. Thanks to Moira Young’s words earlier, Julian Sinclair dramatically amplified his gesture toward her.

Approaching Moira Young’s ear with keen interest, Julian Sinclair gazed at her glistening eyes, saying, "Turns out, you’re my woman."