Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 255: Fortunately

Sean’s courage grew, and he tried to pull her into his arms.

Although Moira Young was already somewhat incoherent, she instinctively loathed Sean’s touch.

She tried hard to push him away, but her whole body was limp and weak.

So uncomfortable, why does it feel so uncomfortable?

Uncle, where are you, save me...

"Get off!" Moira Young was being held by Sean, her vision blurring, she couldn’t hold on much longer.

"Moira, you’re drunk, I’ll take you back to the hotel." As Sean spoke, he picked her up by the waist, intending to leave through the back door of the restaurant.

Just as he was about to shove Moira Young into the business car, a sharp pain shot through the back of his head, and before he could react, he blacked out and collapsed to the ground limply.

The person in his arms was about to hit the ground but at the last moment fell into a strong embrace.

"Take him away." Julian Sinclair’s eyes were dark, his voice icy as if emerging from hell.

Steward Liu signaled to the people behind him, and they immediately dragged Sean away.

As Julian Sinclair was about to leave with Moira Young, he suddenly stopped, his handsome face full of gloom: "Take good care of him."

"Yes." Steward Liu responded blandly. To dare lay hands on Miss Moira, naturally, he must be well taken care of.

Julian Sinclair left with Moira Young in long strides, and soon tossed her onto the bed.

And Moira Young, in a completely incoherent state, was thus completely consumed by Julian Sinclair, without even a bone left.

When Moira Young woke up, it was already two in the afternoon the next day.

She moved her body slightly and only then realized she was utterly sore, her thighs so sore she could hardly lift them.

Her eyes turned red uncontrollably, she was by Sean...

She dared not think further. Moira Young’s heart felt as if someone clenched it tightly, if, if she was indeed...

Holding her breath, she clenched her fists, and the next second, she threw the quilt off!

On the snow-white quilt lay a man’s body, unclothed, with his back to her, yet Moira Young recognized who he was at a glance.

Tears flowed uncontrollably the next second.

Thank goodness... thank goodness it was him.

Uncle, Uncle.

She didn’t know how long she silently repeated those two words in her mind before her emotions gradually settled.

However, looking at the man’s strong waist and back, the image of him kissing Fiona Rhodes once again flashed in her mind.

For a moment, her heart was bitter and angry.

Seeing Julian Sinclair sleeping soundly, her dissatisfaction grew, and she lifted a foot to kick his butt.

Rather than feeling relief, the kick instead hurt her own leg.

Her body was already uncomfortable from the previous night’s ordeal, how could she manage such a demanding move as kicking someone?

Thus Moira Young ended up in a sad situation, the tearing pain in her thigh making her tearful, and her significant commotion also successfully woke the man who was almost kicked off the bed.

Julian Sinclair opened his eyes, turned around, and the deep pupils reflected Moira Young’s painful little face, and seeing her pitiful look dissipated much of his anger from the night before.

"Hurting?" he asked coldly.

Seeing him awake, Moira Young glared at him fiercely, filled with resentment, her tone harsh: "What’s it to you?"

"Don’t want me to care? Who else?" Julian Sinclair narrowed his eyes dangerously, quite dissatisfied with Moira Young’s response.

"Anyone but you, you two-timing scumbag." Moira Young dragged her sore body to stand up, casually grabbed a piece of clothing from the bedside, and was about to walk to the bathroom. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Seeing this, Julian Sinclair looked at Moira Young’s back with helplessness, not hanging up until he heard the bathroom door slam shut, and then called Steward Liu.

Moira Young lay in the bathtub annoyed, with the hot water soaking alleviating the soreness all over her body.

Through the frosted glass, she saw the blurred figure outside, but her face wasn’t looking good.

Now, just seeing Julian Sinclair’s face, she couldn’t help but recall him being with Fiona Rhodes.

Thinking of him and Fiona’s intimate distance, thinking of everything they might have done that she and Julian did, Moira felt sick at heart.

She admitted it, she just couldn’t get over this hurdle.

Moira Young soaked almost an hour before she slowly got up.

After coming out, she found a pile of clean new clothes already placed at the foot of the bed. She pursed her lips, changing without saying a word, intending to leave.

"Moira." Julian Sinclair’s deep voice came from behind her.

She wanted to leave but couldn’t help stopping, although she didn’t turn around.

"Have dinner with me tonight." Julian Sinclair’s tone was calm, yet not as if he were asking Moira Young.

Moira Young was silent for a few seconds, turning with a half-smile: "President Sinclair, I’m really sorry, I have plans tonight."

"Be good, cancel them." Although knowing this was Moira Young’s excuse for refusal, Julian Sinclair couldn’t help frowning.

His attitude made Moira Young furious, making her yell at him: "Julian Sinclair, what do you mean? You’re the one tangled up with other women first, why should you expect me to follow your every word?"

How could he be so outrageous? For so long, he hadn’t even offered an explanation, so why should she obey?

"I said, since it’s in the past, there’s no need to mention it again." Julian Sinclair frowned again, unwilling to explain.

His attitude of ’things are over, let’s move on’ made Moira Young’s face even worse.

"Go have dinner with your Fiona Rhodes, I’m not going." With that, Moira Young grabbed the teacup on the coffee table and smashed it heavily to the ground, then walked out without looking back.

How could Julian Sinclair be in the wrong, yet act so indifferent?

The more she thought, the angrier she got, walking quickly on the street, she suddenly stopped as she saw the clock in the central square.

Oh no!

It was already three-thirty in the afternoon, and she had an important scene today, now it was difficult.

Just as she thought to pull out her phone to call the director and explain, she found with a touch that her bag wasn’t on her.

Moira Young, frustrated, patted her forehead, having no choice but to return to the hotel from last night’s dinner to look for her bag.