Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 222: Custom Order

"This time I make the call." Moira Young was determined not to have anyone follow her; what if Butler Liu reported back to Julian Sinclair?

"I really can’t do anything about you." Julian Sinclair compromised, "Let the driver take you."

"Okay, after we eat, we’ll each do our own thing. You go back to the company, I’ll go to the hospital." Moira Young felt her plan was well arranged.

Julian Sinclair chuckled, "Whatever you say, goes." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Adrian Grant was called home by his family, so today the house was quiet, with just the two of them.

After the meal, Julian Sinclair returned to the company, and Moira Young went to the hospital.

This time, she didn’t resist the wheelchair, instead, she willingly sat in it and controlled it herself to Sean’s grandmother’s ward.

They had just finished eating and someone was cleaning up.

Sean leapt over excitedly upon seeing Moira Young, shouting, "Sister Moira!"

Sean’s grandmother looked over, her eyes full of gratitude, "Child, you’re here."

Moira Young walked in smiling, pinched Sean’s cheek, "Oh, you’ve gained some weight these days!"

"Yes, thanks to you. This child has been eating particularly well the last few days, so he’s put on quite a bit of weight." Sean’s grandmother sighed, "Child, you really are a great person!"

Embarrassed by the praise, Moira Young replied, "Grandmother, please don’t say that. Anyone else would have done the same as I did."

"No, Sister Moira, truly you are the only good person. Grandmother said there was once a man named Arthur Whitman, everyone said he was a philanthropist, but he did many bad things." Sean said seriously, "Only you are truly a good person."

Moira Young was stunned, her face immediately showing awkwardness, not knowing what to say. Even though she didn’t acknowledge Arthur Whitman as her father, in others’ eyes, she was ultimately the daughter of the great deceiver Whitman. What would Sean think if he found out?

"Grandmother, how have you been feeling lately? Is it still too painful to sleep?" Moira Young changed the subject, easing her own discomfort and embarrassment.

Grandmother smiled kindly, "Much better, much better. No need to worry about me. Sean said you came once before, he’s just not sensible, didn’t even wake me."

Moira Young hurriedly waved her hand, "No, grandmother, Sean is very sensible, I told him not to wake you."

"Sean said you just had surgery and were in too much pain to sleep, and finally fell asleep, how could I wake you up?"

Sean’s grandmother didn’t know what else to say, her words were full of gratitude, and Moira Young felt too embarrassed to continue listening.

"Grandmother, I have something to do, I’ll come see you another day." Moira Young stood up from the wheelchair, "I’ll leave this wheelchair for you, it takes a hundred days to heal bones and muscles, you need to rest for a long while."

"This..." Sean’s grandmother was reluctant, "You’ve already paid for all the medical expenses, how can I take your things..."

"Oh, grandmother, don’t think too much about it, recovering well is what’s most important."

With that, Moira Young prepared to leave, now she could walk slowly.

"Sister, what’s wrong?" Sean asked with concern.

"I took a fall, I’m fine." Moira Young advised, "Take good care of grandmother; I’ll bring you some stationery next time I come."

"Okay!" Sean clapped excitedly.

Moira Young smiled, bid them farewell, and left.

Once in the car, the driver didn’t ask where to go, just drove, assuming it was time to return home after finishing business.

"To the city center," Moira Young said.

The driver hesitated for a moment, "Miss, do you have some business in the city center?"

"Yes." Moira Young sat in the back, took out her phone, and searched. The gifts she sent in past years were all rather ordinary; this year she wanted to send something special.

The driver hesitated, unsure if he should take her there, but in the end, he did.

Along the way, Moira Young thought about many potential gifts to give, ultimately choosing customizable gifts. Conveniently, she saw a shop specializing in custom cufflinks, so she had the driver stop.

"Wait here for me," Moira Young said and got out of the car.

She walked into the shop, the attendant invited her to sit, with a friendly attitude, "Ma’am, would you like something to drink?"

"Just plain water, please." Moira Young smiled.

Soon, the water was poured for Moira Young, along with some snacks.

"Would you like me to recommend our latest models?"

"Sure."

Moira Young looked at their latest models, and one design particularly caught her eye. It was simple yet exquisite, with a distinct texture.

"Can this one have initials engraved?" Moira Young pointed at the design she liked and asked.

"Yes, but this design’s material is a bit special, so engraving initials would cost more compared to others." the attendant explained patiently.

"As long as engraving can be done." Moira Young gazed at the cufflink with satisfaction.

At this moment, several attendants, nudging each other, approached with notebooks and pens, tentatively asking, "Excuse me, are you Moira Young?"

Moira Young was taken aback, not registering; she didn’t remember coming here before...

"I don’t think I’m a member here, how do you...?" Moira Young’s mind seemingly rusty, she foolishly asked.

"We’ve watched your shows, we’re all big fans. Could we get your autograph?" They all carefully took out notebooks, looking expectantly at Moira Young.

Moira Young bit her lower lip, "I... sure..."

With that, she earnestly signed autographs for them.

"Are you customizing the cufflinks as a gift for someone?" one person asked curiously.

"Giving—" Moira Young almost blurted out, then realized she shouldn’t speak carelessly, "I’m buying it for a friend to give to their boss."

"Is it your friend giving it to their boss or are you giving it to yours?"

"Of course, it’s my friend giving it." Moira Young feigned calmness, implying the cufflinks weren’t a personal gift.

"As expected of a celebrity, even in selecting designs, you choose the best, great taste." People kept complimenting her looks, her gentle speech, and her excellent taste.

Feeling a bit uneasy from all the attention, the manager came over to disperse the group, and personally attended to her.

"How long will it take after customization to receive the cufflinks?" Moira Young inquired, getting to the key point.

"If it’s urgent, ma’am, you could have them by tomorrow; we’ll deliver to you." the manager responded.

"Would tomorrow morning around 9:30 be okay?" Moira Young was eager to have them in hand.

"Certainly, please provide your address here." The manager brought out a form.

After filling it out, Moira Young said, "I want the initials ’M’ and ’E’ engraved on the cufflink, one on each side, in uppercase."

"Very well, ma’am, we’ll deliver it to the LE company lobby by 9:30 tomorrow." The manager smiled.