Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 224: Destruction

Moira Young entered the house and went straight upstairs, locking herself in her room without saying a word.

She had just barely managed to forgive Julian Sinclair, and now this incident had happened.

Mrs. Miller was cooking and didn’t know what had happened, only hearing the particularly loud sound of a door slam and thinking she might have been imagining things.

When Julian Sinclair returned and saw Moira Young wasn’t on the sofa, and Mrs. Miller had already served the dishes on the dining table, he asked, "Where’s Moira?"

"I’m not really sure, she hasn’t come back yet, it seems." Mrs. Miller indeed wasn’t very sure.

Julian Sinclair frowned. The driver responsible for picking up Moira Young had returned, indicating that Moira Young was definitely home. He looked up at the second floor, seeing Moira Young’s room door tightly closed.

Julian Sinclair didn’t say much and walked straight to the second floor.

He knocked on the door; there was no response inside. He reached out to open the door, only to find it locked from the inside.

Moira Young lay on the bed, staring motionless at the ceiling, her mind full of the image of the necklace around Fiona Rhodes’ neck and recalling the scene where she had thrown the necklace to Julian Sinclair after taking it off.

Each scene made her feel too sad to breathe.

"Moira," Julian Sinclair called softly.

Moira Young felt a stab in her nose, "Don’t call me!"

"What exactly happened?" Julian Sinclair’s expression was somewhat displeased.

"Why not ask your fiancée!" Moira Young pulled the blanket tighter around herself, intending not to speak to Julian Sinclair anymore.

Julian Sinclair realized right away; it seemed Fiona Rhodes had come looking for trouble.

He knew he couldn’t get specific answers from Moira Young, so he had to go downstairs and called the driver in.

"Did you run into Fiona Rhodes?" Julian Sinclair sat on the sofa, his expression dark.

"Yes, sir, right at the front door. Miss Fiona was waiting there all along," the driver answered respectfully.

"What happened?"

"At the time, I was in the car, and I vaguely saw Miss Fiona clutching a necklace around her neck, and Miss Moira seemed very unhappy." The driver hadn’t heard their conversation but told Julian Sinclair what he roughly observed.

"Necklace?" Julian Sinclair was stunned for a moment.

"Yes, sir, that necklace..." The driver hesitated, uncertain whether to speak, worrying it might get him into trouble.

"Speak." Julian Sinclair’s voice was low and frigid.

The driver had been with Julian Sinclair for a long time and knew his temperament. At this point, he had no choice but to speak.

"Sir, the necklace Miss Fiona wore seems to be the one you previously gave Miss Moira...." The driver lowered his head, not daring to look into Julian Sinclair’s eyes.

Julian Sinclair hadn’t initially realized what the necklace was, but later detected that a few days ago, when in Vesperia, a maid had brought out a necklace to him, and Fiona Rhodes claimed it was the one he had previously given her.

He hadn’t thought much of it at the time; it was just a necklace. He hadn’t expected it to be another trap.

"However, sir, when Miss Moira entered the house, I later saw Miss Fiona throw something out of the car window, but I’m not very sure."

Julian Sinclair’s dark eyes grew somber, "Go find it."

"Yes, sir." The driver immediately went out and called a few people to search together.

Twenty minutes later, the driver walked in, holding a necklace, "Sir, found it, it’s this one."

Julian Sinclair took it, still showing some dirt on it, and the driver promptly wiped it clean with a tissue.

Julian Sinclair hadn’t previously looked closely at this necklace. Upon seeing it now, his initial reaction was that the English letters on it were Moira Young’s initials.

ME stands for Moira, and also stands for me.

"Leave." Julian Sinclair raised his hand slightly to signal them to leave.

"Yes, sir." The driver respectfully bowed and left.

"Sir, is the young lady home?" Mrs. Miller served the last dish and asked.

"Mm." Julian Sinclair answered blandly.

"Then I’ll call the young lady to eat." Mrs. Miller dried her hands and prepared to go upstairs.

"No need." Julian Sinclair stood up from the sofa; in the current situation, only he might be able to bring her down, it would be futile to let Mrs. Miller go.

Julian Sinclair went again to Moira Young’s door, speaking directly, "Moira, I got the necklace back."

"I don’t want it!" Moira Young didn’t want to hear such words; the necklace had already been given away; how could she possibly take it back!

"You’ve given it to her, don’t give it back to me; I don’t want it!"

Julian Sinclair sighed softly, "It’s my fault."

Moira Young heard Julian Sinclair admitting his fault, suddenly softened, she got off the bed, opened the door, her expression aggrieved, "When did you give it to her?"

"I didn’t give it."

"Then why was it around her neck?" Moira Young questioned.

Julian Sinclair was not a man of many words; he embraced Moira Young, "She touched it; I’ll have it destroyed."

"I’ll make you a new one." He picked Moira Young up.

"Where’s the wheelchair?" Julian Sinclair noticed the wheelchair was gone.

Moira Young pouted and turned her head, "Gave it away."

"Then I have to carry you." Julian Sinclair’s lips curled slightly as he carried Moira Young downstairs to eat.

At the dining table, Julian Sinclair called in Mr. Liu and handed him the necklace, "Destroy it."

"Yes, sir." Mr. Liu took it.

"Wait!" Moira Young, feeling panicked, instinctively called out.

After all, it was a gift from Julian Sinclair to her, unique to her. Even if she were to have one made exactly the same, it wouldn’t be the same; it would lose its meaning.

Although it had been worn by Fiona Rhodes, still...

"Just disinfect it..." Moira Young pursed her lips and wrinkled her nose.

Julian Sinclair said dotingly, "Alright."

Mr. Liu added, "Yes, Miss, I’ll take care of it right away."

Moira Young finally relaxed, relieved that if it were really destroyed, she might still feel sad for a while.

"Where’s Adrian?" Moira Young felt slightly unaccustomed to Adrian Grant’s absence.

"Don’t know." Julian Sinclair didn’t have the mind to manage Adrian Grant, "Missing him?"

"Not at all, with that mouth, I sometimes wish I could sew it shut." Moira Young lightly complained.

"I barely left for a day and you’re so merciless?" Adrian Grant’s voice suddenly appeared, making Moira Young’s hand holding the chopsticks shake, the piece of meat she had just picked up fell back down.

"You... How come you’re here again?" Moira Young asked guiltily, really can’t speak ill behind others’ backs; there’s surely retribution...

"If I didn’t come, how would I know my place in your heart?" Adrian Grant sat down, "Mrs. Miller! Get me a pair of chopsticks!"

Julian Sinclair glanced at him indifferently, "How is it?"

"Need I say, definitely simpler than you taking over The Sinclair Group." Adrian Grant seemed not much concerned with the matters they were discussing.

Moira Young wasn’t interested, burying her head to eat.