Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 247: Injured

"Watch out!" Moira Young’s pupils dilated instantly, and in the next second, her body moved faster than her mind; she yanked Evan Howard back!

The rock came crashing down at an angle. Evan Howard dodged it, but Moira Young’s shoulder was slashed harshly by a sharp edge due to the sideways position!

Pain surged through her, and Moira Young couldn’t help but gasp in a sharp breath.

Evan Howard realized what happened the moment he was pushed aside. He twisted around and grabbed the wrist of the blonde-haired guy, swiftly pinning him back to the ground by his shoulder.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!" the blonde-haired guy couldn’t help but moan in pain.

"Moira, are you okay?"

Moira Young felt sure that her shoulder was bleeding, but she gritted her teeth: "I’m fine."

Evan Howard pressed the face of the blonde-haired guy harder under his foot and immediately pulled out his phone with his other hand to dial 110.

After the police took the guy away, Moira Young had already asked her instructor for leave.

Both of them were somewhat disheveled, but the urgent matter was Moira Young’s injury.

On the steps, Evan Howard carefully rolled up Moira Young’s sleeve with some bottled water, tissues, and Band-Aids he bought from a convenience store.

However, the injury was on the shoulder, and rolling the clothing up the arm made it impossible to see.

Evan Howard awkwardly rubbed his hands: "Moira, uh, you might need to undo a couple of buttons to expose your shoulder."

"Oh, okay..." Moira paused for a moment, then undid two buttons of her shirt while secretly lamenting having injured such an inconvenient spot.

Not far away—

The butler coughed: "Um, young master..."

In the back seat, Julian Sinclair’s gaze was locked onto Moira Young’s face, which carried a flush. Seeing her unbutton her shirt, about to reveal her shoulder, the atmosphere inside the car suddenly became intense.

"Back to the company."

The man’s voice was as cold and sharp as an ice blade.

The butler hesitated for a moment: "Young master, Miss Moira seems to be injured..."

Julian Sinclair knitted his brows: "Look into it, see what happened."

"Yes, sir," the butler agreed.

The pure black Rolls Royce silently drove away from the street side.

Moira Young was momentarily in a daze until she felt a cool touch on her shoulder and couldn’t help but click her tongue.

"Does it hurt?"

"Not too bad," Moira Young looked at her shoulder; because of her fair skin, the scar appeared particularly striking. The wound wasn’t very long, but it was surrounded by dried blood.

Evan Howard had just been cleaning around the wound with a tissue moistened with water.

"What are you thinking about, you were off into outer space."

Moira Young lowered her eyes and smiled: "Nothing, just... an illusion earlier."

For some reason, she felt as if someone had been watching her.

And that gaze felt so familiar, she almost instinctively wanted to follow it.

Yet in the next second, she thought herself silly. What was she thinking?

Uncle might now be enjoying himself with Fiona Rhodes.

Thinking about how he had been with her and then with another woman, Moira Young felt both hurt and disgusted.

"Alright, I think that’s enough; it’s stopped bleeding." Moira Young adjusted her clothes back.

"Perhaps you’d better see a doctor. Even though the wound isn’t long, if it’s not cleaned properly, it could get infected."

"It’s okay, going to the hospital is too much hassle," Moira said just as her phone rang from her bag, interrupting more of Evan Howard’s persuasion.

"Hello, Lee," Moira pressed the answer button.

"Moira, the TV drama’s about to start filming. Pack up today and join the set tomorrow."

"So soon?"

"Not really; everything was ready except for the actress. Now the crew’s complete, they need to push the schedule. Time is money; the investors want results quickly, so it’s all about racing against the clock."

"Okay... I’ll pack up and head to the company first thing in the morning."

After hanging up, Evan Howard looked searchingly: "What’s up?"

"My TV drama’s starting filming tomorrow. I need to get to the set."

"You’re going to act in a series?"

"Yeah," Moira finally smiled: "It’s a new challenge, but I’ll need your help more for the store’s renovation."

"Alright, don’t worry about that stuff and focus on your work. Let me know when it airs; I can say my business partner is a celebrity now, big bragging rights," Evan said.

Moira burst into laughter, feeling her spirits lifted considerably.

With something new to focus on, she wouldn’t dwell on unhappy things as much.

Considering that she’d leave Evan Howard to manage everything while she couldn’t be there, Moira had Evan accompany her to the bank to transfer a 100,000 cash fund to him amidst his numerous refusals.

Only then did she finally feel assured to go home and pack her luggage.

The next day, Moira got up early.

She checked and found that she’d possibly be staying for at least a month on this shoot, so she packed a 24-inch suitcase.

Unfortunately, the apartment’s elevator was under maintenance, so Moira had to take the stairs first thing in the morning.

Dragging such a large suitcase to the roadside to hail a taxi left Moira feeling breathless by the time she reached the street.

Since moving her left shoulder gave her a burning ache, putting pressure on it was almost impossible. She never swapped hands carrying the suitcase.

Now, her palm was red from the grip.

After nearly twenty minutes, Moira finally flagged down a taxi as the sun climbed higher, heating her face.

"Driver, please open the trunk!"

Click; the trunk opened, leaving Moira momentarily speechless at her massive suitcase.

The driver was rather unhelpful; couldn’t he step out and assist with the luggage...

Seeing the driver seated steadily behind the wheel, Moira resigned herself to shouldering her suitcase on her own.

But just as she was about to stash the suitcase in the trunk, a familiar hand clasped hers.

The hand’s touch was familiar, cool, and carried a comforting strength.

Her heart seemed to swell with bittersweet emotion.

Her eyes met Julian Sinclair’s and Moira’s eyes reddened slightly despite trying to retain her composure as she looked at him: "What are you doing here?"

With a blank expression, Julian Sinclair nonetheless forcefully took the suitcase from her and walked toward a black sedan not far away.

Moira quickly closed the taxi’s trunk and shouted, "Julian Sinclair, what are you doing!"

The taxi driver appeared impatient, rolling down his window: "Miss, are you going or not?"

"I’m going! Just hold on a moment!" Moira replied, unable to hold back tears as she quickly stepped forward to snatch her suitcase back from Julian Sinclair: "Give it to me, Julian Sinclair! What business do you have with me!"

"Stop being so stubborn!" Julian Sinclair was evidently also getting angry.

Seeing Julian Sinclair’s rare anger, Moira faltered but reminded herself that she had no reason to feel guilty, after all, she wasn’t the one who’d left on her birthday.

She tightened her grip on the suitcase, and during the struggle, it fell to the ground with a loud thud!

Whether the suitcase’s lock hadn’t been secured or something else, it burst open, scattering its contents everywhere on the ground.