Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 29: Situation

The Sinclair family.

Moira Young had been lying in bed for several days in a row, and Julian Sinclair didn’t allow her to get out of bed at all. Even when he wasn’t at home, he instructed Mrs. Miller to supervise her, causing her to feel like she was about to mold.

"Mrs. Miller, it’s fine if I’m not allowed to get out of bed, but surely I can take a bath?" Moira Young stretched out her leg to show Mrs. Miller.

"You’re almost recovered, you can even hop around now."

Mrs. Miller shook her head, not daring to let her get out of bed, as it was the young master’s instructions after all.

Moira Young was a bit frustrated. She blamed Uncle’s strict orders, otherwise Mrs. Miller would definitely have let her out of bed.

Thinking quickly, she said, "Mrs. Miller, I’d like some osmanthus peach gum dessert. Could you make me a bowl?"

Mrs. Miller, being straightforward, instantly forgot the young master’s instructions upon hearing that Moira Young wanted to eat something, and immediately went downstairs to make it.

Moira Young snickered to herself. Mrs. Miller always pampered her, so it was extremely easy to deceive her.

Watching Mrs. Miller leaving, she was overjoyed and quietly slipped out of bed and into the bathroom, intending to enjoy a comfortable bath. She then locked the bathroom door from the inside, thinking by then, Mrs. Miller would have no way to deal with her.

"So comfortable..." The moment Moira Young settled in, she felt so comfortable she almost bubbled over.

She closed her eyes, imagining herself beautifully dressed and traveling abroad. Every time she heard classmates talk about where their families visited abroad, she longed to go as well, and now she could finally go with Uncle.

Gradually, she unintentionally fell asleep.

She didn’t know how much time had passed, but she faintly heard someone calling her name, and half asleep, it took her a while to come to her senses.

But she had soaked in the bathtub for too long; her head was a bit dizzy, groggy, she couldn’t gather her energy, and her body felt slightly numb.

Taking a deep breath, she prepared to get out of the bathtub.

Just at the moment she was about to step out with one foot!

Bang!

The bathroom door was kicked open! Julian Sinclair walked in without any warning!

The moment their eyes met, both were stunned.

Moira Young’s body was only covered in some white foam, highlighting her delicate, fair skin, and curvaceous figure. Her nerves tightened abruptly, instinctively covering her chest with her hands, her cheeks instantly burning hot!

The invading fragrance overwhelmed Julian Sinclair.

His eyes, initially cold and tense, suddenly transformed, the feeling spreading from his eyes to his heart, and from his heart down between his legs.

He held his breath, immediately turned his head to the side, and casually tossed a towel over.

"Cover yourself immediately!" His deep voice suppressed something.

Moira Young bit her lower lip, hurriedly wrapping the towel around herself, but unexpectedly, her foot slipped, and she couldn’t hold onto anything!

"Uncle—!" Just as she was about to fall straight forward!

Julian Sinclair turned back in shock, instinctively rushing forward to catch her!

However...

Though Moira Young didn’t fall to the ground, she clearly felt Julian Sinclair’s body stiffen, and she too became rigid.

She held her breath, afraid he’d notice her body’s movements. She felt her whole body burning with shame, her nose tingling, unsure of what to do.

Seeing this, Julian Sinclair frowned, noticing her eyes reddening, his heart suddenly clenched, as if it were viciously squeezed, unable to break free.

He forced himself to appear unfazed on the surface, wrapping Moira Young with the towel before carrying her to the bed.

"Dry yourself, and call me when you’re done." Julian Sinclair turned to leave, giving Moira Young space.

"Uncle—" Moira Young called after him, but upon meeting his dark eyes, immediately looked down nervously.

"It’s... it’s nothing..."

She wanted to ask if he had seen everything just now, but how could she bring herself to ask that...

She dried herself, changed into her pajamas, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

"Uncle, I’m done..." Moira Young’s voice trembled a little when she called her uncle.

Julian Sinclair then opened the door, but didn’t come in, his voice carrying a hint of reprimand: "Why didn’t you listen?"

Moira Young didn’t expect things to reach this extent, she only purely wanted to take a bath. Thinking of what had just happened, she hugged the pillow tightly to her chest.

"Uncle, please don’t be angry, I’ll listen next time." Moira Young cast a sincere look at him.

Noticing her pajamas were strappy, and her collarbone and shoulders exposed, Julian Sinclair found himself once again losing control.