Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 240: Solution

Moira Young couldn’t help but clench her hand.

No one present spoke, especially Heath Sterling, whose face seemed clouded over.

"Miss, it’s already very late," the driver said again.

It was clear that Moira Young would definitely be taken away.

Moira Young apologized to Mimi and the others, "Sorry, I will leave first."

"No worries, you better go, it is indeed quite late." Mimi was unaware of the reason, so she agreed readily.

"I had a great time today, thank you all." Moira Young finished the last glass of wine before leaving.

Then she exited the shop.

Julian Sinclair’s car was parked outside, Moira Young couldn’t see inside from the outside, but she knew Julian Sinclair was definitely in there.

After getting into the car, Moira Young deliberately sat close to the door to keep a distance from Julian Sinclair.

But Julian Sinclair did not hesitate at all, pulling her into his arms, his voice low, "Why are you angry?"

Julian Sinclair knew she was still angry about this morning, but he didn’t know the reason.

Moira Young carried a faint scent of wine, mixed with her unique sweet fragrance, which seeped into Julian Sinclair’s nose, making him intoxicated.

Moira Young was quite stubborn, unwilling to speak.

Julian Sinclair slightly lost control, leaning down to press her lips.

"Mmm—" Moira Young was startled by the sudden kiss.

Even when the driver returned, Julian Sinclair did not stop, continuing all the way home.

Moira Young’s body felt unusually hot, perhaps due to drinking, especially when Julian Sinclair’s hand brushed over, she couldn’t help but tremble slightly.

This reaction stirred Julian Sinclair’s heart, he had originally vowed not to touch her until he regained his memory.

But this time, he truly couldn’t resist.

Julian Sinclair carried Moira Young back to the room; initially, Moira Young resisted a bit, but later became too engrossed in Julian Sinclair’s actions, often unconsciously giving responses.

Julian Sinclair’s actions combined gentleness and roughness perfectly.

That night, Julian Sinclair’s restlessness kept Moira Young from sleeping well.

Early the next morning, Julian Sinclair woke up first; he had morning errands but felt reluctant to leave upon seeing the girl sleeping in his arms.

Moira Young nestled like a little kitten, finding a comfortable position.

Julian Sinclair planted a warm kiss on her forehead, this scene was particularly familiar.

Mr. Miller had been waiting outside for a long time, anxiously watching the time, as morning’s affairs were quite important, he pondered how to call Julian Sinclair out.

In the end, having no other choice, he dared not knock, resorting only to sending Julian Sinclair a text message.

Julian Sinclair, upon receiving the text, furrowed his brow slightly; despite his unwillingness to let go of Moira Young, he had no choice.

Before leaving, he especially instructed Mrs. Miller, "Make sure she eats before going out."

"Alright, I understand, sir."

Julian Sinclair glanced up at the location upstairs, then turned and left.

Moira Young woke up around noon; Mrs. Miller had prepared a meal and even simmered fish soup for her.

Moira Young stretched lazily while heading downstairs, her cheeks ablaze recalling last night’s events.

"Mrs. Miller, where’s Julian Sinclair?" Moira Young instinctively asked, "Around this time, he should be back for lunch, right?"

"Sir left past nine, he probably won’t be returning for lunch." Mrs. Miller replied.

Moira Young felt slightly disappointed; after his actions last night, he wouldn’t be back for lunch today?

"Then I won’t eat either." Moira Young said petulantly.

"Miss, sir insisted you eat before leaving." Mrs. Miller helplessly said, "Miss you should eat something."

Moira Young sat at the dining table, sipping some fish soup, "Mrs. Miller, your culinary skills are really improving."

"As long as Miss likes it." Seeing Moira Young eating contently, Mrs. Miller felt naturally at ease.

"Suddenly feels like I have tons to do." Moira Young grumbled, "Need to send the supplies to the countryside, visit Sean’s grandmother, and my—"

She almost mentioned she had a shop to open but quickly stopped short, such a slip can’t happen.

"Miss, are you talking about the twenty or so boxes of supplies in the yard from before? Sir arranged for them to be sent off yesterday." Mrs. Miller recalled, "Oh right, I overheard from Mr. Miller about that Sean and his grandma being discharged and sent back to the countryside."

"What?" Moira Young was shocked by this string of events; how come she knew nothing?

Julian Sinclair agreed she’d arrange sending the supplies herself, how did it turn into him sending them off quietly?

Regarding Sean returning to the countryside, why didn’t Mr. Miller inform her?

"Recently, they’ve had quite a lot on their plate, perhaps haven’t had the chance to tell you." Mrs. Miller explained.

"Alright then." Having been worn out by Julian Sinclair the previous night, and feeling mentally muddled, Moira Young decided, "I won’t think about it."

"Mrs. Miller, I’ve eaten, I’ll head out now." Moira Young went upstairs to change.

Just as she stepped out, she felt she’d forgotten something, then she remembered Evan Howard mentioned renting a storefront by the main gate of the art academy for hundreds of thousands a year; she hadn’t brought money.

Moira Young’s house was worth quite a bit, but she didn’t want to sell it, ultimately needing a backup plan.

However, the money she possessed wasn’t that much, plus after renting, she’d still need stock.

What should be done now...

Moira Young paced in the living room, making Mrs. Miller dizzy, "Miss, what’s wrong?"

"Mrs. Miller, do you... have money..." Moira Young awkwardly inquired.

"How much does Miss need?"

"A few hundred thousand..." Moira Young had no idea about Mrs. Miller’s salary, she felt Julian Sinclair never mentioned any pay...

Mrs. Miller froze...

"Miss, I—"

Moira Young pressed her lips, "It’s alright, I’m just asking."

Mrs. Miller tried to say more, "I—"

Moira Young stopped her, "I have other ways; I’m heading out now."

Mrs. Miller watched Moira Young’s departing figure, pondering how come Moira Young wouldn’t let her speak, and she thought of the hundreds of thousands in savings she had.

Moira Young got in the car, the driver asked, "Miss, where are you headed?"

Moira Young thought for a moment, "To the company."

"LE?"

"Julian Sinclair’s company."

The driver took several seconds to react; Moira Young rarely mentioned wanting to visit Julian Sinclair’s company.

Upon arriving at Julian Sinclair’s company, everyone knew of Moira Young, they first knew she was the girl Julian Sinclair adopted, the apple of his eye, the one nobody could offend.

Furthermore, she was known as the rising star.

Everyone was particularly curious about her yet apprehensive about her being Julian Sinclair’s, restraining their curiosity.