Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 288: Drank Too Much

Julian Sinclair was silent for a while, then slowly spoke: "They are very close, often laughing and chatting, and today..."

He recounted what had happened to Adrian Grant, who listened in shock: "How is that possible? Honestly, Julian, did you offend our little Moira again?"

Julian Sinclair sneered repeatedly: "Our misunderstanding has just been resolved and you think I would offer myself up? Don’t compare me to yourself."

Adrian Grant was confused, rubbing his temples: "I also think you wouldn’t be that foolish, so there must be a misunderstanding between you. Moira isn’t someone who easily changes her mind. If she indeed liked Aiden Webb, she wouldn’t be affectionate with him right in front of you."

"But it happened right before my eyes!" Julian Sinclair reached to rub his temples.

"Julian, I think you’re too involved to see clearly. Don’t you know how Moira feels about you? You raised her single-handedly, don’t say you don’t know what kind of person she is."

Adrian Grant refused to believe Moira Young could like anyone else. After all, he’d watched this young girl grow up. She was simple yet not foolish. Besides, anyone with eyes could see how deep her feelings for Julian were.

As if feeling his words weren’t serious enough, after downing a glass of red wine, he insisted on his stance again: "I believe in Moira."

"Are you my brother or her brother?" Julian Sinclair looked at Adrian Grant, his expression especially dark.

Adrian Grant awkwardly coughed twice, suavely explaining: "While you’re my brother, Moira is also someone I’ve watched grow up. I don’t believe she would betray you, especially not right in front of you. Honestly, I think your possessiveness is a bit exaggerated."

Julian Sinclair poured down another glass of wine, his voice somewhat low: "Adrian, after so many things, Moira’s heart no longer entirely belongs to me."

If she hadn’t been disappointed in him time and again, he would still have that confidence.

But now, after so many events...

Thinking about it, he gulped another glass of wine, drinking glass after glass, with scenes of Moira Young’s every smile and her recent rejection flashing through his mind.

The emotions in his eyes shifted from joy to desolation in mere moments.

"Drink." Already three bottles of wine were empty, yet Julian Sinclair showed no intention of stopping, continually urging Adrian Grant.

Adrian Grant was quite helpless and could only resign himself to drink with him to their heart’s content.

Just as the two were drunkenly indulging, Vivian Grant appeared.

She was dressed in a red, body-hugging, short slip dress, the flimsy fabric wrapping her graceful figure, her heavily made-up face appearing alluring and captivating.

"Adrian, why are you here?" Vivian Grant looked at Adrian Grant in surprise, "I invited you out, and you said you were working, liar."

Adrian Grant, already tipsy and with wide eyes, finally recognized her: "Oh, Vivian? Why are you here?"

"I asked you, how dare you refuse my invitation to drink with someone else?" Vivian Grant rolled her eyes, rather helplessly, then turned and saw the handsome face she thought about day and night, her eyes lighting up instantly.

"Julian?" she exclaimed in delight.

Julian Sinclair, having drunk more because of his bad mood, was unable to clearly see Vivian Grant’s face, muttering Moira Young’s name.

Amidst the noisy bar, Vivian Grant didn’t hear what he was saying, only moving closer to his side: "Julian, didn’t think I’d meet you here, must be destiny."

Julian Sinclair ignored her completely, continuing to hold his glass and drink, unmoved by anything she said.

Seeing Julian ignore her, Vivian Grant felt somewhat dissatisfied but still stuck close with a smile: "What’s wrong, Julian? Why are you drinking so much?"

Next to him, Adrian Grant inadvertently blurted out: "Why else, arguing with little Moira."

Upon hearing Adrian’s response, Vivian’s eyes shone even brighter, as if heaven itself was giving her an opportunity.

"Oh, couples fighting is normal. But that little girl of yours is truly too young. It’s understandable she doesn’t know better." Vivian continued to comfort him, regardless of whether Julian was listening.

Julian Sinclair didn’t hear what she was saying at all, mechanically repeating the actions of pouring wine and drinking.

Moreover, his movements holding the glass were visibly unsteady.

Looking at the table full of bottles, Vivian beams: "Julian, you’ve had too much. Should I take you home?"

"What about me?" Adrian Grant reproached Vivian displeasedly, "Vivian, at least we’re in a partnership, you can’t cruelly leave me behind, right?"

Vivian coyly replied: "Don’t worry, of course I won’t forget you, I’ll take you home now."

Then she walked over to Adrian Grant, her slender arm wrapping around his waist, signaling: "Let’s go."

Adrian Grant was already in a stupor, though his head was still conscious, his body refused to obey, so he could only follow Vivian out helplessly.

Until Vivian put him in a taxi, he didn’t realize he was supposed to leave with Julian Sinclair.

After sending Adrian Grant away, Vivian returned to the bar to take Julian Sinclair.

She wrapped her arm around Julian’s strong waist, feeling the firm abs, its perfect touch making her heart race.

No wonder he was the man she liked; even his physique was so perfect, she thought his taste would surely be delectable.

Without sparing more thought, she brought Julian Sinclair directly home.

By now, Julian Sinclair was so intoxicated he didn’t know what he was doing, still muttering Moira Young’s name.

Unlike the bar, the quiet living room allowed Vivian to hear him clearly, although he was murmuring softly.

"Julian, after tonight you’ll understand, red apples taste better than green ones." Vivian smiled seductively at the corners of her lips, carrying a glass of clear water to Julian Sinclair, speaking gently: "Julian, have some warm water to sober up... "

She handed the glass to Julian, who instinctively parted his lips, allowing the warm water to slowly flow down his throat into his stomach.

The warm water brought a momentary comfort, yet it wasn’t long before he felt unbearably hot, unable to resist unbuttoning the shirt collar constraining his neck, softly murmuring, "So hot."

"Don’t worry, Julian, it won’t be hot soon. Let me cool you down." Vivian’s eyes betrayed her longing as she quietly watched Julian Sinclair’s flawless handsome face, unable to resist swallowing. How could there be such a perfect man in the world?