Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 233: Résumé

"The kids in the mountains." Moira Young mentioned offhandedly.

"Wow! Are you giving such expensive pastels to kids in the mountains?" The person next to her was shocked.

Moira Young had no concept of expense; she only knew she liked them, so she wanted to give what she liked to those kids.

"Oh dear, we’re running late. Boss Howard, can you help me pack up a box of erasers, some pastels, and lastly..." Moira Young glanced around, "Oh, and pencils too, the kind that elementary students use, a whole box of those."

The driver outside saw Moira Young was still inside and couldn’t help but urge, "Miss, it’s getting late."

"Right away, right away!" Moira Young responded. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Evan Howard and the others knew Moira Young was in a rush, so together they packed up three boxes and loaded them into Moira Young’s car.

"Boss Howard, how much?" Moira Young asked.

"You mentioned helping Jon get into The Sinclair Group and said these things are for the kids in the mountains, I can’t charge you for them. Consider it as my gesture." Evan Howard said sincerely, with no hint of formality.

But Moira Young was unwilling, "There’s no logic in buying things without paying for them!"

"In my shop, what I say naturally goes."

"No, no, I must pay." Moira Young didn’t carry cash, but she noticed this shop didn’t have a card machine.

"Wait for me a moment." Moira Young went outside.

The driver thought Moira Young was leaving and was about to start the car when she stopped him.

"Do you have cash on you?" Moira Young asked.

The driver paused, "How much do you need, Miss?"

Moira Young hesitated for a few seconds, thought about how much she paid at the big shop earlier, quickly estimated it. The pastels are sold at a hundred and sixty a box; calculating it that way, it’s roughly ten thousand.

"Give me ten thousand for now."

Cold sweat broke out on the driver’s forehead, "M-Miss, I don’t have that much money..."

That would match his monthly salary, how could he carry that much cash with him.

Moira Young sighed, "Alright..."

She could only walk back into the shop apologetically, and while unintentionally spotting a payment QR code, she quietly scanned it with her phone and found she could pay.

"Boss Howard, I’m leaving now, remember to remind Jon to go for the interview at The Sinclair Group tomorrow." Moira Young said, holding her phone.

"Alright, remember to visit when you have time, you’re always welcome."

Moira Young said her goodbyes politely, and when she walked out the door, she entered ten thousand in the payment bar and hit pay.

She was satisfied and got into the car with the driver.

Back at home, Julian Sinclair was already there.

"Why so late?" Julian Sinclair asked when Moira Young returned.

"Uncle, I have something I want to discuss with you." Moira Young sat next to Julian Sinclair, blinked her big eyes, with a hint of coquetry.

Julian Sinclair’s lips curved, "Speak."

She intentionally called Julian Sinclair ’Uncle’, clearly indicating she wanted something from him; usually, she wouldn’t even give him a title.

No matter what Moira Young proposed, Julian Sinclair would agree with it, even for just that one word, Uncle.

"Today when I went to buy stationery, I visited a place like the small commodity wholesale market first. A thief grabbed my bag, and then someone helped me get it back, and then—" Moira Young was thinking of explaining the whole story from start to finish when she suddenly felt she might be talking too much.

But Julian Sinclair was still looking at her dotingly, patiently listening to her.

"Am I talking too much?" Moira Young asked.

"No."

Moira Young felt reassured and continued, "The person who helped me is Evan Howard, he runs a small art supply shop near the Academy of Fine Arts. I thought, since he helped me get my bag back, I must repay him. We should always be grateful, right?"

"Yes."

"But he just wouldn’t let me repay him, I offered to treat him to dinner, and he refused. Regardless, I should do something to express my gratitude, right?"

"Yes."

Moira Young was about to get to the main point and involuntarily pursed her lips.

Actually, she was somewhat nervous as this was her first time discussing work matters with Julian Sinclair. If it weren’t for Evan Howard mentioning The Sinclair Group wasn’t hiring interns, Moira Young wouldn’t have known.

She never paid attention to Julian Sinclair’s business affairs, so she wasn’t fully confident.

"Boss Howard is from Arden Institute of Technology, he has a childhood friend who is graduating soon and looking for a job, he..." Moira Young hesitated a bit as she spoke here, uncertain.

"Hmm?" Julian Sinclair reached out to ruffle her hair.

"It’s just..." Moira Young carefully looked at Julian Sinclair, "he wants to get into The Sinclair Group, but can’t..."

"Alright." Julian Sinclair’s expression didn’t change, his gaze remained doting.

Moira Young was surprised, she hadn’t expected Julian Sinclair to agree so readily!

"You... agree to let him in?" Moira Young confirmed again.

"Yes." Julian Sinclair naturally agreed, such a matter didn’t even qualify as one to him; using the phrase ’touching lightly’ might be somewhat an understatement.

"They said The Sinclair Group doesn’t hire interns, at the time, I was too eager to repay kindness, so I prematurely made a promise." Moira Young wrinkled her nose, her voice was tender.

"I mentioned before, as long as you wish for it, it’s possible." Julian Sinclair’s deep eyes overflowed with warmth, devoid of coldness.

Moira Young’s expression stiffened for a moment, before slowly asking, "Did you... remember things from the past?"

Julian Sinclair had said these words to her many times before, Moira Young thought Julian Sinclair had remembered.

"No." Julian Sinclair didn’t know he had said this kind of thing before, but seeing Moira Young’s reaction, he believed his past self must have considered Moira Young extremely important.

"Oh, I thought you remembered something." Moira Young herself wasn’t sure if she was upset or happy, she longed for Julian Sinclair to remember the past and yet hoped he wouldn’t remember anything.

She has somewhat let go of her past grievances, so she no longer blames Julian Sinclair for not remembering.

"Are you hurt?" Julian Sinclair pulled her in, wanting to check.

"What?" Moira Young didn’t understand, how did they suddenly get to talking about injuries.

"You mean when the thief grabbed my bag? I wasn’t hurt."

Only then was Julian Sinclair relieved.

"I haven’t finished about earlier, it’s about the person wanting to join The Sinclair Group, I told him to go for the interview at The Sinclair Group tomorrow, is that alright?" Moira Young asked.

"Whatever you say naturally counts." Julian Sinclair took out his phone.

"What’s his name?"

Moira Young was about to say his nickname was Jon, but she suddenly realized that wasn’t his real name, now this was tricky; she didn’t even know his actual name.

Julian Sinclair’s call had already gone through, Moira Young stared at him blankly, aggrieved, "I only know the nickname Jon, I didn’t ask anything else..."