Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 248: Liar

The air was still for two seconds, then Moira Young abruptly shook off Julian Sinclair and squatted down to pack her things.

Tears streamed down her face as she packed.

She ignored them, focusing solely on stuffing her scattered belongings into the box.

Julian Sinclair’s brows had already furrowed deeply, and in the next moment, he simply picked Moira Young up horizontally from the ground!

Then he headed towards the black car.

"Gary, pack up the luggage and put it in the trunk."

Julian Sinclair ordered the driver, Gary, who had come out upon hearing the commotion.

"Julian Sinclair, let me go!" Moira Young struggled fiercely.

"Stop it!" Julian Sinclair’s face was full of impatience, then he opened the back door and shoved Moira Young inside.

He promptly got in himself.

Moira Young immediately tried to open the car door.

Julian Sinclair sternly said, "If you dare open the door, I’ll deal with you here and now."

Moira Young paused, eyes widening in disbelief at Julian Sinclair’s words.

In her memory, he had never been so rough with her!

Yet, anger aside, she truly didn’t dare to move.

She knew Uncle, he was a man of his word...

Seething, Moira Young’s tears flowed even more, but unwilling to show weakness in front of the man, she held back without making a sound.

Her nose was red.

After Moira Young got into the car, Julian Sinclair hadn’t spoken except to threaten her with that one sentence, he closed his eyes and said nothing.

Finally, Gary, unable to bear it, passed a tissue from the front: "Miss Moira, wipe your eyes."

Moira Young took the tissue and muttered, "Thank you."

Julian Sinclair finally opened his eyes, seeing Moira Young hadn’t moved for a while, he frowned.

He took the tissue from the girl’s hand, pulled out one, and wiped her face: "Why are you crying? You’re the one who caused the trouble, now why are you aggrieved?"

Moira Young turned her face away: "I don’t need you to care."

Julian Sinclair sighed: "Then who do you want to care?"

"Anyone, just not a man who’s two-timing!"

"Moira," Julian Sinclair’s face turned cold: "Is that really how you think of me?"

"What else! On my birthday, you left me and went to have dinner with another woman, was that me?"

Julian Sinclair rubbed his temples: "That matter has passed, no need to bring it up again. Gary, hand Miss her breakfast."

"Oh, oh, okay." Gary quickly pulled out a sandwich and a can of milk from the front seat: "Miss, take it, Sinclair was worried it would be cold and had been keeping it warm in a thermos in the car."

Seeing the milk still steaming hot, Moira Young’s expression eased a bit, but she still couldn’t swallow the frustration in her heart.

What does it mean by past matters need not be brought up?

In her memory, when had Uncle ever been so perfunctory to her?

Thinking about it made her feel like crying again.

The car stopped, just below her company building.

Moira Young took the breakfast, pushed open the car door: "Gary, open the trunk."

"Eh."

While answering, the trunk opened with a click.

Moira Young awkwardly dragged out the suitcase, then without turning back, walked into the company holding her breakfast.

"Sir, it seems Miss Moira is still upset..." In the carriage, Gary spoke timidly.

After all, the atmosphere in the car was terrifyingly cold, he couldn’t withstand it...

Julian Sinclair closed his eyes, rubbed his temples: "Did you sort out yesterday’s matter?"

"Yes, sorted it out. A little thug snatched Miss’s bag earlier, last night was to settle scores, fortunately, someone helped Miss, otherwise the consequences might have been unpredictable."

"Mm, where is that person now?"

Realizing he was asking about the thug, Gary hurriedly replied: "Miss reported it to the police yesterday, probably will be locked up for a while."

Putting down the hand rubbing his temples, Julian Sinclair’s voice was icy: "Let them sit in prison, until the end."

Gary shivered out of nowhere: "Yes."

"Back to the company."

Gary dared not speak anymore, started the car, and drove away directly.

...

Moira Young dragged the suitcase, step by step up the twenty-some stairs, this long stretch, it was her first time feeling the steps at the company entrance so long.

Just reached the top, put down the suitcase, catching her breath there, when the phone in her bag suddenly dinged, a message came.

Taking out the phone, clicked open, upon seeing the message image, Moira Young’s pupils widened suddenly.

In the text, there were two photos.

One, showed Fiona Rhodes standing in Julian Sinclair’s home, his hand wrapped around her waist.

The other, was a photo of them kissing!

Below the photos were timestamps, all from not long ago!

For a moment, a wave of bitterness flooded Moira Young’s heart, almost drowning her.

Looking at the breakfast still in her hand.

Once cherished, the next second, she hurled it fiercely into the nearby trash can.

Along with it fell her tears that she could no longer hold back.

Liars!

Big liars!

She knew, she should not trust him, not even a little!

What does her trusting always lead to? His abandonment like worn shoes! His lack of cherishment! 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

While she worried herself sick and couldn’t sleep at night for him, what was he doing?

Sweetly whispering, flirting with another woman!

Moira Young couldn’t help but squat on the ground.

The morning sun emerged, blazing down on her, she felt all her strength being evaporated.

After who knows how long, as the surrounding chatter gradually increased, Moira Young finally lifted her head from her knees.

Lee didn’t know when he came over, seeing Moira Young’s red eyes, he was startled: "Moira Young, what’s wrong with you? Feeling unwell somewhere?"

"No..." Moira Young’s voice murmured, nasal.

Standing up, her vision suddenly blackened, in those few seconds, she nearly couldn’t stand steady.

"Hey, still saying nothing’s wrong, didn’t have breakfast, right? Maybe you have low blood sugar? Come on, come in and have some sugar water."

Moira Young was helped into the hall, sat on the sofa.

Beside her, Vivi didn’t know when she walked over, seeing Moira Young’s pale face, she said disdainfully: "Tsk, really think she’s a princess, wherever she goes needs people to serve her, no idea who she’s learning that helpless look for, showing off to whom!"

"Alright, missy, could you please say a little less, can’t you see Moira’s really unwell?"

"Heh, everyone’s an actor, whether real or fake discomfort, who can say for sure!" After speaking, she twisted her waist and left.

Lee felt a bit awkward nearby, simply pulled over the nearby little assistant: "Moira, I was just about to tell you about this matter, you’ll be joining the cast soon, here’s your assistant Joe, you can find her if you have any questions, she will help you solve them."

"Mm, I know." Moira Young’s voice was raspy.