Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 230: Thief

Heath plopped down right next to Moira Young, "Teacher, I’m here to accompany my studies."

"Accompany your studies?" The teacher, being older, looked closely and then recognized Heath Sterling, "Oh, I remember you, you’re Heath Sterling, right."

"Teacher, you have a great memory." Heath shouted.

Everyone laughed along because everyone knew this teacher had the worst memory.

"Alright, stop laughing, everyone quiet down, let’s start the class." The teacher cleared his throat and began teaching.

Heath whispered to Moira Young, "You’ve become so popular, how dare you still come to school for classes?"

"Why are you here?" Moira Young hadn’t expected Heath’s face wasn’t completely healed and he’s willing to go out, not afraid of being seen.

"I’m here to protect you!" Heath puffed up his chest.

"By the way, I just saw Carter on the way to school. When did he get a girlfriend?" Moira Young thought a few days ago he was still single, but today, he unexpectedly had a girlfriend.

"Who knows, that guy disappeared for two days, came back and told me he had a girlfriend, oh boy, bragged about it a few times!" Heath’s angry expression, his tone was sour, "I don’t want to deal with him anymore."

"Having a girlfriend is good news, why don’t you want to deal with him?"

"He’s bragging everywhere, I just don’t want to deal with it!" Heath said stubbornly.

Moira Young couldn’t help but laugh, Heath was still like a child, straightforward in his speech, "You too, hurry up and find a girlfriend, so you can boast around."

Heath froze, his eyes turned gloomy, "You know it’s impossible..."

Moira Young also froze, she almost forgot that Heath had a crush on her...

"Heath..." Moira hesitated, not knowing how to start without hurting him, "I’m moving back..."

"Moving back? What do you mean? Moving where?" Heath asked knowingly but just wouldn’t believe the answer he feared.

"You know..." Moira Young furrowed her eyebrows, "Don’t ask anymore..."

Heath fell silent, his expression seemed clouded over, ignoring the teacher who was lecturing, he got up and walked out.

Moira Young clutched the pen in her hand tightly, her eyes slightly red, filled with apology.

After school, Moira Young wrapped herself tightly with a hat, kept her head down the whole time, afraid of being recognized.

She got on the car after leaving the school gate, she had told Julian Sinclair before about going to buy stationery after school, so the driver had been informed in advance and then set a course to the largest stationery wholesale market.

Upon arriving at the location, the driver drove around but couldn’t find a place to park.

Moira Young didn’t want to waste time because of parking issues, she said, "How about you just wait for me on the roadside?"

"Okay, Miss." The driver stopped at the entrance so Moira Young could get off, "Miss, I’ll wait for you across the street."

"Alright." Moira Young got off the car.

The stationery wholesale market was huge but chaotic, Moira Young usually bought stationery from some very high-end boutique stationery shops, this was her first time coming to a place like this.

After checking a few shops, it felt like this place didn’t have the quality she wanted.

She was thinking of going back to the car and letting the driver find another place, but just at that moment, suddenly someone rushed past her and aggressively snatched the bag Moira Young was carrying.

Moira Young stared at her empty hand in shock for a moment, then immediately realized there was a thief!

She became anxious not because the bag was expensive but because of the things inside the bag! Phone, ID card and such were all in there!

Just as she was about to shout, all the store owners around were watching indifferently, seemingly used to this, no one helped.

Moira Young looked at these people around her in disbelief, what kind of people were they!

Just when she was about to break down and cry, a tall boy quickly ran over, Moira Young was stunned again, instinctively rubbing her eyes.

Was the guy running over or flying over?

About a minute later, the tall boy who had run over returned with Moira Young’s bag.

This boy had a very refreshing and sunny vibe, not necessarily handsome or good-looking, but overall gave off a neighborly older brother feel.

He handed the bag to Moira Young, "Girls need to protect their belongings and themselves too."

Moira Young gratefully took it, "Thank you... Thank you so much, I didn’t know what to do just now."

"No need to thank me, if it were someone else, they would have gotten your bag back too."

After hearing that, Moira Young instinctively glanced at the people around her, the boy smiled, "I meant except these people."

"What’s your name?" Moira Young asked.

"Evan Howard." Evan Howard knew Moira Young, "You’re Moira Young, right?"

"Uh-huh..." Moira Young felt a bit shy.

"Didn’t expect a celebrity like you would come to a place like this, these are places for small vendors to buy in bulk." Evan Howard glanced behind him.

Behind there were two boys packing, seeing Evan Howard, they called out, "Evan Howard! It’s all packed up!"

"Be right there!" Evan Howard replied.

Moira Young craned her neck curiously, "Are you from that shop?"

"No, I’m here to stock up."

"Stock up? You own a shop?" Moira Young wanted to ask more, but those two boys kept urging him, so she didn’t ask further.

"Want me help you?" Moira Young wanted to repay him somehow but didn’t know how, this was all she could offer.

Evan Howard paused, "No need, how about you tell me what kind of stationery you’re looking for, I’ll give you an address where you can get it, this small goods market isn’t suitable for you."

Moira Young couldn’t quite describe what she wanted, so she took out her phone to show him a picture, "Something like this."

"Got it, you go to Aleridia Fine Arts College, there’s a shop doing this kind of imports, at the north gate of the college."

Moira Young thought he was impressive, "Really thankful to you, you helped me get my bag back and told me where to get my stuff."

"It’s nothing." Evan Howard seemed very busy, Moira Young didn’t want to bother him further.

She thanked him several more times before leaving.

When she got back in the car, the driver asked, "Miss, didn’t find anything suitable?"

"No, head to the north gate of Aleridia Fine Arts College, they have it there."

The driver followed directions and took Moira Young to the north gate of the Fine Arts College, but the shop seemed quite hidden, Moira Young searched for quite a while to find it.

This shop had a boutique feel, very quiet, there were a few art college girls picking out paints.

Moira Young entered the shop and felt very at ease, it had been a long time since she had visited a shop like this, a feeling she had missed.

She picked out some nice looking mechanical pencils and fountain pens, took them to the checkout.