Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 202: Let Him Be

Moira Young smiled wryly, perhaps she had grown used to Mrs. Miller’s cooking; even a piece of machine-baked bread seemed both familiar and delicious.

"Miss, how did you lose so much weight? I didn’t notice before, but looking closely, your face shape seems to have changed," remarked Mrs. Miller.

Moira Young took a bite of her fried egg, "Not getting to eat Mrs. Miller’s cooking will naturally make you lose weight."

Hearing this, Mrs. Miller couldn’t hold back her tears, "Miss... come back and stay, I’ll help you regain the weight you’ve lost, okay?"

"Oh no, Mrs. Miller, don’t cry!" Moira Young panicked for a moment and hurriedly handed her some tissues.

"I’m full, I have a lot to do today, I better get going." Moira Young was afraid that Mrs. Miller would pull her aside to talk more sentimentally, and if she started crying with her, being seen by Julian Sinclair would be so embarrassing...

Mrs. Miller still wanted to say something more, but Moira Young spoke first: "Mrs. Miller, I estimate he’ll wake up soon; you better make him breakfast."

"Lately, the young master only drinks coffee in the mornings and doesn’t really eat breakfast," Mrs. Miller muttered under her breath.

Moira Young turned back, "Why?"

"I don’t know; every time it takes a long time to persuade him to eat a little."

Moira Young was just about to instruct Mrs. Miller on what to make, but when the words reached her lips, she decided not to say anything.

Whether Julian Sinclair eats breakfast or not, what does it have to do with her?

"Let him be," Moira Young said flatly, and then walked out.

Today, she not only had to return to the production crew, but also needed to visit Sean’s grandmother in the hospital, so she would be quite busy.

On her cab ride back, she finally found some time to check her phone, where there were messages from Heath Sterling and Carter Porter; Moira Young replied to them and then tucked her phone away.

When she arrived at the crew’s dormitory, the hall was empty.

A cameraman was so sleepy he could barely keep his eyes open; Moira Young walked over and asked, "At this hour, why hasn’t everyone gathered here?"

"We arrived here at dawn last night, everyone’s dead tired; the director said to gather before lunch so everyone could sleep a bit more," he replied.

Moira Young nodded, so that’s how it is, "Then why didn’t you go to rest?"

"Someone has to stay to film," the cameraman’s eyelids were in a battle, growing more intense as they struggled to close.

Moira Young sighed, realizing that every industry is tough.

She glanced around, and since everyone was gathering at noon, she decided to use this time to visit Sean’s grandmother at the hospital.

Once she arrived at the hospital entrance, she deliberately bought plenty of fruit.

As soon as she set foot in the hospital, she heard someone call out to her; she could immediately recognize it was Heath Sterling’s voice.

Few voices could surpass Heath Sterling’s in pleasantness.

"Moira, how did you know I was coming to the hospital? You even bought me fruit! You’re so sweet to me!" Heath Sterling stared straight at Moira Young, reaching out proactively to take the fruit she held.

Moira Young swatted his hand away, "Stop playing around; it’s not for you."

"Oh? It’s not mine? Then who’s it for?" Heath Sterling asked in disappointment.

"You don’t know them." Moira Young looked closely at Heath Sterling’s face, noticing the swelling had gone down a bit, "Are you back in the hospital again?"

"No, I’m just here for a follow-up; otherwise my mom would keep nagging me, so I decided to get checked out and give her the results, saving myself the hassle," Heath Sterling said, pointing to the registration and payment area, "Carter is queuing up to pay."

"I just replied to your texts."

Heath Sterling then took out his phone, "Ah, didn’t notice it earlier."

"Moira, you didn’t get caught in the rain yesterday, did you? I saw you went to the mountain area, but later you were off-camera," Heath Sterling expressed his concern, thinking about last night’s heavy rain.

"I’m fine, perfectly okay," Moira Young said, despite having been drenched and falling into a ditch; it’s all thanks to Mrs. Miller that she could stand here in good health.

Last night, while Moira Young slept, Mrs. Miller had left a thermos of ginger tea by her bedside; groggily, Moira drank several cups and woke up as if nothing had happened.

"Here, let me take a look." Heath Sterling circled Moira Young for inspection, "Hmm, you do look fine."

"By the way, do you know about Glen Guthrie’s situation? Glen Guthrie was exposed by the media for doing illegal activities, got caught and sentenced for many years, but he later couldn’t stand the prison life and committed suicide," Heath Sterling recalled Glen Guthrie bullying Moira Young, somewhat worried, "Among the actresses he bullied..."

"I wasn’t one of them," Moira Young responded calmly.

Heath Sterling naturally believed Moira Young’s words, "That’s good; I always thought he wasn’t a good person at all, and look, I’m pretty accurate in judging people!"

"Heath, the payment’s done, head to the third floor to find the doctor," Carter Porter squeezed through the crowd.

"You guys go see the doctor; I’m heading to see the patient," Moira Young’s arm felt a bit sore after carrying the fruit for a while.

"We’ll keep in touch by phone later and at noon, let’s go to Morton’s place for lunch," Heath Sterling suggested.

Moira Young originally planned to return to the crew for lunch, but Heath’s suggestion of going to Morton’s tempted her, "Let’s decide later."

"Oh, don’t be undecided! Let’s set Morton’s place as tonight’s surprise, and empty out his restaurant! " Heath Sterling eagerly clapped hands with Carter Porter and exchanged a knowing look.

Moira Young’s face broke into a smile, "Alright."

After that, Heath Sterling and Carter Porter headed to the third floor to find the doctor, while Moira Young got ready to visit Sean’s grandmother.

But then...

As she walked to the stairway, Moira Young suddenly realized she didn’t know which ward Sean’s grandmother was in...

Moira Young smiled wryly, wondering how she could be so foolish now.

Having no choice, she dialed Mr. Liu, asked for the ward number, and went to the designated room.

Upon entering, Sean was sprawled over the bedside table writing something, with the pencil Moira Young had given him.

"Sean," Moira Young walked up beside Sean.

Sean’s grandmother was sleeping.

"Moira, you’re here!" Sean excitedly hugged Moira Young, "Grandma had her surgery, hurt for a long time, and finally managed to fall asleep now."

"Then let’s keep quiet, let Grandma sleep a bit longer."

"Mhm," Sean gestured for silence and pointed to what he was writing, "Moira, look, I’m using the mechanical pencil you gave me; does it look good?"

Moira Young smiled at where he pointed, which was the pronunciation of ’Moira’ spelled out in pinyin.

"Sister, I don’t know how to write your name, so I could only use pinyin," Sean scratched his head.

"It looks great, Sean. How about I teach you how to write my name?" Moira Young picked up a pen.

"Yes, please!" Sean watched attentively.

Moira Young wanted Sean to see clearly, so she wrote her name stroke by stroke, chanting softly, "Moira, Young."