Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 216: Trust

Perhaps because Moira Young grew up here, the three of them eating together seemed very harmonious.

However, Moira was meticulous in her thinking. Even if the other two had no particular thoughts, she felt that this was particularly unsettling.

After all, they were no longer related.

"Since you have returned, I’ll leave today," Moira said, placing a small millet grain into her mouth.

If it were Julian Sinclair from a few days ago, he might have let her throw a tantrum and leave if she wanted.

But after this trip to Vesperia, he gained a clearer understanding of his feelings for Moira.

So he wouldn’t let her go as easily as he did a few days ago.

"Did you... did you hear me?" Moira saw Julian unresponsive and thought he might have been daydreaming and didn’t hear.

"Yes." Julian acknowledged, indicating he had heard.

Even though Moira felt a tinge of sadness, leaving was the right choice. If she continued to stay here, she feared she wouldn’t want to leave.

"That’s good, I’ll go after I eat," Moira instinctively bit her chopsticks, suspiciously staring at a spot, fearing she’d accidentally look at Julian.

Without my permission, you’re not allowed to leave," Julian’s voice was calm, almost nonexistent, yet it floated through layers of air carrying an authoritative command.

"Why? I’m not your puppet," Moira frowned, her stunning eyes flashing as she looked at Julian.

Julian met her gaze, his heart racing. If not for his strong will, he might have been captivated by her enchanting eyes.

"Really want to leave?" Julian stared straight at her.

Moira’s body instinctively moved back a bit, her gaze somewhat evasive, "Yes."

She expected the next words to be "as you wish," but unexpectedly—

"Impossible," Julian withdrew his gaze and stopped looking at her.

Moira’s cheeks flushed, her heart suddenly tightened. She... she didn’t know what was happening to her...

Why did this answer give her a little bit of joy? 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

The more Moira thought, the more she felt there was something wrong with her thoughts, utterly shameful!

"Why is your face red?" Adrian Grant seemed intent on asking, whether purposefully or not.

Moira immediately lowered her head, eating, afraid Julian would see her blush.

After eating, Adrian went back to his room to catch up on sleep, leaving only Julian and Moira in the dining room.

Though Moira’s leg could walk, it was still painful and inconvenient, so she quietly sat at the dining table, silent.

After Julian instructed Mr. Liu on a few matters, Mr. Liu brought his computer over and then left.

"Do you want to go back to the room or sit on the sofa?" Julian asked.

Moira thought for a moment. The road back to the room was longer, and Julian would surely carry her back, so it was better to choose something closer, like the living room sofa.

Her eyes glanced at the sofa, and before she could speak, Julian understood.

He gently picked Moira up, as if the slightest rough action would break this glass girl in his arms.

He placed her half-reclined on the sofa, covered her with a small blanket—one for her upper body, another for her legs—and exposed her knees.

"Do you want to watch TV?" Julian asked again.

Moira didn’t really want to watch TV but didn’t know what else to do, so she nodded softly.

Seeing this gentle demeanor, Julian unconsciously wanted to pat her head, but fearing her resistance, he restrained himself.

Julian turned on the TV and handed the remote to Moira.

Moira pursed her lips, slightly embarrassed, and accepted it, "Thank you."

"Did you use to say thank you to me?" Julian disliked this sense of distance. Even though he couldn’t remember anything, all people and events felt unfamiliar to him, yet she evoked an inexplicable feeling.

It was an irrational and impulsive feeling that shouldn’t exist within him.

Julian sometimes wondered if his past self had ever gone mad for her, but he couldn’t imagine himself doing that.

"Don’t talk about the past; we don’t have a past," Moira’s shy expression suddenly changed as if switching to another mode.

Julian had asked Mr. Liu, and he understood the basics, even if it was just general knowledge; it was far better than knowing nothing.

He looked at Moira seriously and solemnly, calmly stating, "I don’t believe I would abandon you for Fiona Rhodes."

"You don’t remember anything right now, of course, you can say you don’t believe this or that," Moira turned her face away, thinking it was best not to discuss this topic before she got angry.

"The doctor said that I woke up because of an audio file." Julian gently pinched her chin, turning her face back to him.

"And that audio was a girl playing piano from the side," he hoped warmly that Moira would soften the hostility and defenses in her eyes.

"That girl was you."

Moira’s eyes grew red; she recalled being in Japan at that time. Visiting Clearwater Shrine, she hadn’t intended to buy any peace charm, having no desire for peace or not, yet uncontrollably like a thief, she threw money and took the charm away.

At that time, she couldn’t fathom why she wanted to purchase it, but now she understood.

But what does it matter? Even if she cared so deeply for him, felt a peculiar connection to him—what does it matter?

The man before her was indeed a deceiver who had lied to her twice.

They say third time’s the charm, but Moira was unwilling to give Julian a third chance.

She didn’t want to acknowledge the little schemes in her heart; she feared that if Julian cheated her once more after granting a third chance, there would be no reason left to do so...

"Julian, I feel it’s unfair, why should I alone bear the pain of the past? Why is it that you’re the one who doesn’t remember anything and not me?" Moira choked back a sob, burning tears slid down her face, dripping onto Julian’s hand.

Julian felt the intense heat, his brow furrowing, his heart consumed by fierce flames.

"Why don’t you want to trust me?"

Moira suddenly laughed, feeling Julian was asking a joke devoid of humor, and she pushed his hand away.

Pain and confusion gradually filled Julian’s eyes as he awaited Moira’s answer.

"There was once a person, someone I trusted most intimately, who told me never to trust anyone," Moira’s gaze fixed on Julian’s face, seeing her fragile self through Julian’s pupils, yet the more she did, the more she had to feign strength.

She paused for a second.

"Including himself."

Hearing this, Julian felt like he was pierced through with thousands of arrows in an instant, unbearably pained!

Could it be that he was the one who taught this!