Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 229: Autograph

"It seems like there aren’t enough stationery items. Should we buy more?" Moira Young mumbled to herself.

She thought for a moment about the size of the school she visited in the mountains the other day and quickly estimated the quantity needed.

As she got more confused with her calculations, Julian Sinclair pulled her into his arms. "Stop calculating."

"Hmm?" Moira Young paused.

"Tomorrow, I’ll have someone deliver enough resources," Julian Sinclair said gently, pulling her into his embrace as he sat on the sofa.

"But I like those really nice stationery items, not just ordinary pens and notebooks."

"You pick them."

"Come with me to the office in the afternoon, let Mrs. Miller take you to the resources department," Julian Sinclair said casually.

"Okay!" Moira Young responded, "But can’t I pick them at home? Why go to the office?"

"After picking, come to my office," Julian Sinclair finally revealed the reason he wanted her to go to the office.

Moira Young suddenly thought of her schoolwork. "No, I can’t, if I’m free this afternoon, I have to go to school, or I might get expelled."

"You won’t," Julian Sinclair had already asked Mrs. Miller to deal with the school matters.

"I’ll go to school this afternoon, as for the stationery, I’ll buy some at a physical store after school," Moira Young had planned her afternoon. She hadn’t been to school for a while, and she thought it was more important.

Julian Sinclair didn’t push her, "Alright."

After Mrs. Miller prepared the meal, they went downstairs to eat. Moira Young noticed Adrian Grant was absent again.

"Where’s Adrian again?" Moira Young wondered, "I’ve never seen him this busy before, he used to wake up only by noon."

Mrs. Miller replied from the side, "Miss, the Grant family is going through significant changes recently, so young master Adrian is busy with family matters and hasn’t been eating here."

"Then why is he still staying here?" Moira Young muttered to herself, not really expecting an answer.

"If you want him to leave, just tell him to go," Julian Sinclair said.

"No..." Moira Young chuckled. Although she often found Adrian annoying, she was still close to him.

After the meal, the driver took Moira Young to school.

She still didn’t quite understand how famous she had become; she just knew that other female artists were saying she’s popular or something, but her own sense of it wasn’t very clear.

As soon as she got out of the car, everyone around turned to look at her. At first, Moira Young didn’t understand why but then realized they probably watched her show.

Walking past them, she felt pretty awkward, like she was being stared at thoroughly, not knowing where to put her hands and feet.

"Moira!" a familiar voice called out.

Moira Young turned around and saw Carter Porter parked at the roadside with a car, a girl standing beside him.

Moira Young walked over, "Carter."

The girl looked at Moira Young and smiled politely, "Are you Moira Young? It’s true, seeing is believing, you really are beautiful."

Moira Young was unsure how to respond when Carter spoke to the girl, "Besides me, who else have you heard it from?"

"She’s very popular now, don’t you know?"

Standing in front of the two, being discussed by them, Moira Young felt a bit uneasy, "Well... I should go to class first."

"Moira, I haven’t introduced her yet!" Carter called after Moira Young.

"This is my girlfriend," Carter said, placing an arm around the girl’s shoulder, "Her name is Melody Young, you can call her Mimi."

Moira Young politely responded, "Hello."

"Hi, Moira. Maybe we can go on a trip together someday," Mimi said in a lively manner.

"It’s winter now, where would we go for a trip?" Carter asked in confusion.

"Don’t be silly! I just mean we could meet up for a meal or go racing!"

"Okay then..."

Moira Young checked the time and realized she was close to being late, "You guys keep chatting, I need to get to class. Maybe we can hang out if there’s a chance."

"Alright, you go on," Carter replied.

Moira Young waved to Mimi then turned and continued forward, hoping not to be late when she arrived in the classroom.

As luck would have it, she arrived just as the bell rang and entered the classroom.

She found her usual spot was taken, in fact, the entire last two rows were occupied...

In the past, everyone sat in the front during class, but it hadn’t been that long since she’d been away, and things had changed so much. Her classmates were all flocking to the back.

"Moira Young is here!" a classmate shouted loudly in surprise.

Every classmate turned to look, even the teacher glanced over at Moira Young.

Moira Young quickly chose a random seat and sat down, lowering her head, not wanting to be so blatantly stared at.

"Moira Young, can you sign autographs for our class so we can bask in your glory!" a classmate jeered.

Other classmates chimed in, "Yeah! Since we are classmates!"

Even the teacher wasn’t letting Moira Young off the hook, delaying the class to ask for her autograph.

Left with no choice, Moira Young signed them one by one. Although her handwriting was beautiful, it wasn’t trained like an artistic signature, so her classmates made fun of it.

"Most celebrities’ signatures are indistinguishable scribbles, but yours is quite standard and unique!"

"Moira Young, get your agency to design a signature for you!"

Moira Young politely responded, "Okay..."

"A few days ago on the show, you were carrying an old lady down the mountain, is it true?"

"Was it just for show?"

Faced with a barrage of questions, Moira Young was getting annoyed. This was school, a classroom, not a press conference.

"Let’s focus on the lesson first.," Moira Young said after signing the last name, unable to hold back.

"Who can focus on class when there’s a celebrity around? By the way, Moira, are you filming any TV shows soon?"

"Have you met Glen Guthrie? Recently, there were rumors about him using his bar to target female artists, do you know about this?"

All these questions made Moira Young a bit exasperated; twenty minutes had passed since class started and nobody seemed prepared for class.

Just as she was about to speak, there was a knock on the back door, and everyone turned towards the sound.

Heath Sterling was leaning lazily against the doorframe, wearing sunglasses and a hat. Despite being quite covered up, his presence was unmistakable.

"What are you doing? Ready to start class or not?" Heath Sterling walked in, dispersing the crowd, "Everyone, back to your seats!"

"Why are you late, young man?" the teacher on the podium asked.

"Sorry teach, I’m not from your class."

"If you’re not from this class, why are you here, just to get Moira Young’s autograph?"