Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 215: Showing Restraint

Gary immediately ran over, "Julian, you’re awake. We’re back in the country."

"The car is ready for you. Are you going home or to the office?"

Julian Sinclair glanced out the window; it was already noon. "Home."

Julian Sinclair’s home.

Moira Young still had the room door locked, and she hadn’t eaten breakfast either. Mrs. Miller, standing outside trying to persuade her to open the door and eat, got so delayed she hadn’t even started lunch.

Adrian Grant leaned listlessly against the wall, yawned, and shouted at the door, "Moira, how long have you been solo? Your temper’s growing!"

Moira buried her head under the pillow; she didn’t want to hear Adrian mocking her.

"Think of how obedient and likable you used to be, and look at you now, stubborn as a mule." Adrian was terribly sleepy, woken up by Julian’s call, and now couldn’t sleep thanks to Mrs. Miller.

Mrs. Miller had been keeping vigil at Moira’s room since early morning, occasionally speaking a few words. Each time Adrian finally dozed off, he was awakened by her voice.

If it weren’t for being chased by women for "debts," he wouldn’t be staying at Julian’s house and suffering like this.

"Young Master Grant, the most important thing now is to get Miss Young to come out and eat. It’s noon already, and she hasn’t had a drop of water," Mrs. Miller fretted, feeling Adrian was only making things worse.

Adrian squinted helplessly and called out, "Miss Moira Young, please come out. If you don’t, I won’t get anything to eat either!"

Moira frowned, not wanting to respond.

Adrian wasn’t that hungry initially, but now, just the mention of food made him starve, so he ignored whether Mrs. Miller was cooking and went downstairs for food.

Mrs. Miller was troubled but feared calling Moira repeatedly would annoy her, so she could only wait at the door.

Downstairs, Adrian took two slices of bread from the fridge and popped them in the toaster. Just as they finished, he saw the entrance door swing open.

It was Julian Sinclair returning.

"How come you’re back so soon? Didn’t you just leave yesterday?" Adrian asked, grabbing the toast, eating while walking towards him.

"Where’s she?" Julian ignored Adrian’s question, instead directly asking Moira’s whereabouts.

Adrian shrugged, as if to say ’I knew you’d ask that,’ then pointed upstairs, exaggeratingly drawing out his words, "Your lady is upstairs acting like a princess throwing a tantrum!"

Julian looked up and saw Mrs. Miller standing outside Moira’s room.

Mrs. Miller, upon seeing Julian return, quickly headed downstairs.

"Sir, Miss Young has been locked in her room since morning, not eating or drinking. What should we do!" Mrs. Miller figured Julian would have a solution.

Julian glanced at Adrian, "What’s going on?"

Adrian innocently replied, "How would I know what’s going on!"

"Mrs. Miller, get the key." Julian instructed. Since the door was locked, use the key to open it.

Mrs. Miller hurried to fetch the key for Julian, then went to prepare food.

Julian went upstairs alone, walked to Moira’s room, and opened the door.

Moira heard the door open and thought it was Adrian, throwing a pillow over: "Go away!"

Julian deftly dodged, seeing her in pajamas with messy hair, looking drowsy, amusement flickering in his eyes.

Moira subconsciously swallowed, stammering, "You... you came back..."

She awkwardly patted her head, clearing her throat.

"Heard you won’t eat." Julian went to the bedside.

"Did you come back just because I won’t eat?" Warmth filled Moira’s heart momentarily, fading without a trace.

Julian had treated her so well before, but what of it? Didn’t it all end in a ruthless abandonment?

"Come downstairs to eat." The heating was on, and Julian suddenly felt a bit hot, removing his jacket. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"What are you doing?" Moira shrank back, clutching the blanket, covering half her head, looking endearingly cute.

Julian tossed the clothes aside, then lifted her blanket.

"Ah! Julian!" Moira panicked, thinking he had other plans!

Julian’s expression remained unchanged, lifting Moira from the bed, his voice low and doting, "Precisely because you won’t eat, I came back."

Moira’s face flushed with embarrassment, not daring to resist, her injured knee still aching.

Julian’s gaze followed her legs to her knee, his fine brows furrowing, feeling immense remorse; had he noticed it that night, perhaps it wouldn’t have become so serious.

"Put me down..." Moira bit her lower lip, a bit flustered.

"You want to walk yourself?" Julian retorted.

Moira pouted, anger brewing; he was doing it on purpose! He knew she couldn’t walk on her own, yet asked that awkward question!

"I’ll walk myself!" Moira furrowed her brows, struggling to get down.

Julian held her tighter, smiling faintly, "Your stubborn nature is truly a handful."

With that, he carried Moira downstairs.

Adrian lay on the couch, too hungry to care, not at all surprised seeing Julian carrying Moira, as if it were routine.

But...

Because of her exposed wound, Moira wore a nightdress without knee coverage. While standing, the length was fine, but when Julian carried her, the dress slid up her thighs.

Adrian exclaimed, "Moira, you’re not wearing pants!"

Moira’s heart skipped a beat from Adrian’s shout, her body instinctively trembled as she hastily covered her dress hem.

Instinctively burying her face in Julian’s chest, she whimpered, "Uncle! Discipline him!"

Julian frowned, coldness showing on his face, his hold tightened protectively sensing Moira’s shiver.

Adrian knew Julian was angry, mimed zipping his lips shut and covered his eyes.

"I didn’t see anything!" Adrian peeked outside through his fingers, gradually moving to sit at the dining table.

Mrs. Miller was still busily cooking, but the aroma had started wafting up.

Julian put Moira on a chair, fearing she’d get cold, draping a small blanket over her.

"If it weren’t for needing to lay low these days, I wouldn’t be here eating your lovey-dovey fluff," Adrian complained, "And I must say, women today are becoming increasingly difficult; can’t everyone just play casually? Why insist on this everlasting nonsense."

As he finished, Adrian shivered, indicating his horror over the subject.

"Serves you right, always spreading affection around," Moira retorted.

"Not everyone can be as devoted as Julian of the Sinclair family, it’s so tough!" Adrian laughed, glancing slyly at Julian.

Moira hated how Adrian always spoke well of Julian, claiming he cherished her, that he was so devoted.

All nonsense.

Mrs. Miller brought the food to the table dish by dish, but the chicken soup was still simmering.

"Eat." Julian’s voice was calm and chilly, signaling Adrian to stop talking.