Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 235: Passed

"Uncle... don’t leave me..." Moira Young’s words in her dream pierced Julian Sinclair’s chest like a sharp dagger.

Julian Sinclair turned around, looking at this girl who almost shed tears even in her sleep, his heart aching unbearably.

His head suddenly felt as if it was exploding, with vague bubbles constantly appearing, memories clearly floating in front but utterly unclear.

Julian Sinclair couldn’t bear to leave and stayed by her side, sleeping through the night.

The next morning, he left the room before she woke up.

After a while, Moira Young’s alarm clock rang; she wanted to return to school for classes today.

Her phone rang while she was washing up, and seeing the call from Lee, Moira Young instantly realized she wouldn’t make it to school today.

"Hello, Lee." Moira Young wiped the water off her face.

"Moira, congratulations! You passed the audition and became Sean Dunn’s leading lady!" Lee’s emotions were evidently quite excited, "No newcomer has been able to debut like you, acting alongside a film emperor in a TV series, and still be the main heroine."

"You’re really so lucky!"

Moira Young felt a small ripple inside; she... passed the audition just like that?

Yet she wasn’t prepared at all to act in a TV drama...

"What’s the matter, so excited you can’t speak? When I heard the news, I reacted the same as you!" Lee said, "Come to the office in the afternoon for a meeting; Heath Sterling will also be there."

Moira Young responded and immediately hung up the phone.

She stared at her phone in a daze; how did she inexplicably pass the audition when she remembered most of the actresses auditioning were quite famous?

She changed her clothes and thought about this matter while going down the stairs, resulting in a sprained ankle when she wasn’t paying attention.

Julian Sinclair was sitting at the dining table reading the newspaper, and upon hearing the commotion, he immediately walked over to support her, "Why are you so careless, what were you thinking?"

"I remember the last time I sprained my ankle was on my college entrance exam day, suddenly feeling time is flying, half a year gone in a blink." Moira Young couldn’t help but exclaim.

"Is that what you were thinking about?"

"No, Lee called just now saying I passed the audition, but I’m not prepared to act in a series." Moira Young sat down with Julian Sinclair’s support; Mrs. Miller had already prepared milk and sandwiches.

Yet Moira Young now felt complex inside, not really wanting to eat them.

"Do you want to go?" Julian Sinclair asked.

"I don’t know..." Moira Young genuinely didn’t know, as she kind of wanted to but not particularly, and kind of didn’t want to yet actually quite wanted to.

Now the feeling was especially conflicting.

"The main thing is I can’t act; I feel like I might not be able to do it." Moira Young couldn’t help but sigh.

Julian Sinclair comforted her, "If you want to go, then go. How will you know you can’t if you don’t try?"

"There were so many famous actresses there that day; why was I the one chosen?" Moira Young’s eyes turned, curious, "Did you secretly arrange it?"

"No." Julian Sinclair said calmly.

"Really not?" Moira Young confirmed repeatedly.

"Yes." Julian Sinclair genuinely hadn’t arranged anything for her in this aspect; if he had, the boring process of auditions wouldn’t have existed.

Moira Young carefully observed his expression, finding it truly wasn’t him.

"Lee asked me to go to the company in the afternoon; I don’t know what he wants to talk about." Moira Young picked up the cup of milk, put it down, and didn’t want to drink.

Julian Sinclair saw she hadn’t eaten anything since sitting down, slightly displeased, "Eat first."

"I can’t really eat..." Moira Young pouted.

Julian Sinclair wanted to tell her not to be pressured; her being the leading lady meant Julian Sinclair would invest in the crew as the largest investor.

But then he thought, if he told her, would she overthink and feel even more pressured?

"By the way, have my stationery been sent away?" Moira Young felt there were many things in her mind, a bit messy, needing to be sorted out one by one.

"No, waiting for you." Julian Sinclair folded the newspaper and placed it aside.

Moira Young caught this action; Julian Sinclair didn’t do this action after reading the newspaper before, why fold it specifically today.

But she didn’t think much about it; after all, the most important issue right now wasn’t this.

"Waiting for what?" Moira Young asked.

Julian Sinclair’s mouth slightly curled up, even though in his eyes and heart Moira Young didn’t need to be independent, but Moira Young was ultimately an adult. Although he could handle everything for her, it didn’t mean she couldn’t do things herself.

Taking out a task occasionally to train her was necessary.

"This matter was proposed by you, so it naturally needs to be handled by you, completed entirely by you."

Moira Young didn’t quite understand, "Does it mean that since I proposed the idea, chose the stationery myself, bought it, then I need to send it myself as well, is that what it means?"

"Whatever means you choose, it’s up to you." Julian Sinclair slightly pointed her out.

"Whatever means I choose..." Moira Young furrowed her brows in thought, "The roads in the mountain areas are tough to navigate; if driving over, there are still a few kilometers to go. I bought over twenty boxes of goods, and if it’s manually carried over, it will certainly be labor-intensive."

"Why not... use a helicopter; save effort, time, and also convenient." Moira Young muttered to herself for a while, "Hmm, decided."

"Arrange it then." Julian Sinclair knew she would definitely choose to use a helicopter.

"Huh? But I don’t know how to arrange it..." Moira Young didn’t understand why Julian Sinclair wouldn’t help her, "This is clearly something you could resolve with a phone call!"

"Moira, you’ve grown up; you can’t always rely on me for everything." Julian Sinclair looked at her seriously, "You need to have enough ability and action to do what you want to do, instead of waiting to enjoy success."

Moira Young didn’t expect Julian Sinclair would say this; she clearly remembered the last time he said similar, it was when he wanted her to have the ability to live independently, which was also the prelude to him abandoning her.

Moira Young felt a stab in her nose, her heart pressed with a heavy stone, neither up nor down, feeling quite uncomfortable.

She didn’t understand what Julian Sinclair was doing now and what it meant.

Moira Young kept silent, no longer speaking, her eyes reddening while she lowered her head to eat the sandwich like chewing wax, having no taste under the current state.

Julian Sinclair saw she was upset, thinking it was because he let her handle this matter on her own and made her sulk.

"If you don’t want to do it, don’t do it. Don’t be unhappy about it." Julian Sinclair wanted to reach out and touch her little head.

Moira Young dodged, leaving Julian Sinclair’s hand frozen in place.

"I’m going to class now and will have lunch at school." Moira Young finally drank a sip of milk, intending to get up.