Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 185: Uncovered

Moira Young didn’t pay attention to the meaning of the word "originally"; she only understood the latter half of the sentence. With the driver and Mrs. Miller still in the car, she felt utterly embarrassed because of Julian Sinclair.

The driver, who had always been Julian’s driver, was used to such situations, and Mrs. Miller, being perceptive, also took it in stride.

Moira wanted to push Julian, who was pressing against her, away with all her might, but the more she pushed, the tighter his grip became. Frustrated, she exclaimed, "Go away..."

When she spoke, there was a hint of coquettishness in her voice, which she herself didn’t notice, believing she was just throwing a tantrum.

However, everyone in the car knew that Moira was being flirtatious.

Mrs. Miller signaled the driver with a glance, who instantly understood and started the car to head home.

On the way, Julian’s perpetually gloomy and cold expression finally eased. This gave Mrs. Miller some relief, realizing once again that only Moira could make Julian show emotions, both before his memory loss and after.

Moira’s cheeks were burning red and didn’t cool down for a long time. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Her head was buzzing so much that she didn’t even realize the car had arrived at Julian’s house.

Julian noticed her daze and gently patted her head, "We’re home."

Moira felt the warmth of Julian’s large hands. But unlike before, she didn’t hesitate to push his hand away.

"Don’t touch me." Moira lifted her eyes and only then realized where she was.

Julian’s hand stiffened for a moment. Moira thought he was angry, but to her surprise, he simply lifted her out of the car!

"Julian Sinclair, are you a bandit, just carrying me without warning?" Moira’s barely recovered cheeks instantly burned again.

The driver, Mrs. Miller, and even Mrs. Miller, who came out upon hearing the noise, all witnessed it.

Moira’s mind stopped working. She covered her face with her hands, as if this would make her unrecognizable.

Mrs. Miller didn’t care if there were any conflicts between them. As long as the family was well, she felt utterly satisfied and shared a knowing smile with Mrs. Miller.

Julian carried Moira to the sofa and gently put her down. He vaguely felt like in days past, Moira would wait for him on the sofa every day after work.

He tried hard to recall something, but whenever he thought of the past, his head throbbed fiercely. Julian felt as if his head was weighed down by a thousand-pound object. His brows furrowed, his body sank, one hand pressed against his temple, the other supporting himself beside Moira.

"Ugh—" Moira looked at Julian in shock, more so because their faces were almost touching now!

Moira’s eyes darted back and forth. Initially, she wanted to push him away hard, but Julian’s pained expression made her realize things weren’t so simple.

She began to worry, but didn’t express it out loud.

After a few moments, Julian finally felt better. He then carefully looked at Moira, his heart rate gradually increasing.

At this moment, Mrs. Miller entered. Moira saw her from the corner of her eye, and in embarrassment, instantly pushed Julian away!

Under normal circumstances, she wouldn’t have been able to push Julian away, but at that moment Julian still had a headache, so he was weak and was easily pushed aside by Moira.

Julian’s head felt as if it had been violently struck, causing him intense pain that made him kneel on one knee!

"Young Master!"

"Uncle!"

Mrs. Miller hurried over, and Moira didn’t need to be told, rushing to support him.

Seeing this, Mrs. Miller tactfully stepped away.

"What’s wrong with you?" Moira hadn’t expected that just pushing him a little would cause such a scene...

In the past, no matter how she pushed him, he never reacted like this...

Julian took a deep breath, sat on the sofa, closed his eyes, and waved his hand dismissively to signal he was fine.

"You’re clearly not okay. What’s going on with you?" Moira sensed something amiss, but she couldn’t pinpoint it.

After resting for a while, Julian opened his eyes, his indifferent gaze as calm as water. "I want to know about our past."

Moira paused for a moment. Her initially nervous and worried grip on his arm slowly loosened, and she returned to her seat.

She couldn’t understand what he was talking about.

Moira felt a sting at the tip of her nose and couldn’t help but sneer, "Our past? Who are you mocking? Who are you ridiculing?"

Julian didn’t answer; he was observing Moira’s attitude and reaction.

"It’s late. I should go. I have to go to the show tomorrow." Moira’s expression turned cold as she stood up from the sofa, ready to leave.

"Stay." Julian reached out to hold her back.

Moira didn’t even turn her head. "I’m afraid the mistress of this house wouldn’t agree."

With that, she broke free from Julian’s hand and decisively left.

Mrs. Miller was waiting outside, and seeing Moira, she couldn’t help wanting to say something. But because Julian hadn’t told her about his memory loss, she thought it might not be appropriate to speak out, so she held her tongue.

Mrs. Miller arranged for someone to send Moira back with the intention of finding out where she currently lived. However, Moira wasn’t foolish and had the driver take a long detour before stopping midway.

Moira then hailed a taxi and went home on her own.

Once home, Moira took a hot bath. The thought of the video issue being resolved made her feel at ease.

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Sinclair family.

Julian remained seated on the sofa, leaning back and resting his eyes.

Mrs. Miller entered and stood respectfully to one side, "Young Master, everything about Glen Guthrie has been investigated. He has a WeChat group with some major businessmen. All the chat records from his phone have been retrieved, as well as video backups from his computer."

"Continue." Julian didn’t open his eyes, feeling somewhat tired.

"He would take female artists entering LE to a bar, drug them, and film videos. Of course, there are also some low-ranked female stars from other companies. Eighty percent of the female artists were coerced, as the videos were in Glen’s hands, so they had to obey him."

"Glen would upload the videos to his WeChat group for those businessmen to choose from, essentially auctioning them off to the highest bidder."

Mrs. Miller produced a thick stack of documents. Apart from the investigation into the identities of those businessmen in the WeChat group, the rest were printed WeChat chat records.

"Young Master, how should we proceed?" Mrs. Miller asked for instructions.

"Hand it directly over to the police." In Julian’s mind, as long as Moira’s issue was resolved, he wasn’t interested in other trivial matters.

Mrs. Miller understood, "Yes, Young Master."

Actually, Mrs. Miller had a bit of a personal interest, as Moira had saved him before. So, even though Glen had not really filmed a video of Moira, wrong was wrong. He not only handed over the evidence to the police but also to the media.

The next day, all newspaper headlines were about Glen Guthrie’s arrest for his crimes.

While having breakfast and seeing the newspaper, Julian glanced at Mrs. Miller, who was standing by, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, Mrs. Miller couldn’t help but smile as well.