Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 302: Infiltration

Fiona Rhodes hesitantly withdrew her hand from the doorknob, casting an imperious glance at Mrs. Miller, "I was just looking around, what’s with that look?"

Mrs. Miller didn’t explain, slowly lifting the coffee cup to Fiona, "Here’s your coffee."

Fiona snorted contemptuously, taking the coffee and heading to Julian Sinclair’s bedroom.

"Miss Fiona..."

"What do you want?" Fiona was thoroughly annoyed; why was this old woman following her instead of working?

"The young master’s bedroom doesn’t allow outsiders in," Mrs. Miller reminded gently.

Outsider indeed, Fiona impatiently slammed the coffee back onto the tray Mrs. Miller was holding, her voice rising unconsciously, "Are you calling me an outsider?"

Mrs. Miller’s eyes flickered as she instinctively stepped back two paces, "Even though you are the young master’s fiancée, without his permission, I hope you follow his rules."

"Rules? Once I marry into the Sinclair family, I’ll be the rule here," Fiona’s eyes showed fierce disdain for Mrs. Miller.

"But Miss Fiona, you’re not married in yet..." Mrs. Miller muttered quietly.

"The lady of the Sinclair family will sooner or later be me, Fiona Rhodes. Mrs. Miller, you’d better be smart and not ask for trouble."

Fiona gave Mrs. Miller a cold glance, and walked past her downstairs.

Seeing her no longer insist on entering Julian Sinclair’s bedroom and study, Mrs. Miller silently breathed a sigh of relief.

In the evening, Mrs. Miller finally had the chance to call the housekeeper. Upon learning that Fiona had moved into the Sinclair family home, the housekeeper’s face changed dramatically and immediately informed Julian Sinclair.

When Julian answered the phone, Moira Young was right next to him. She clearly heard the housekeeper’s voice, and her face darkened as she listened.

She asked puzzledly, "What exactly does Fiona Rhodes want? She clearly knows, Uncle, that you’re not interested in her, so why does she keep nagging?"

Moira Young was unbelievably impressed with Fiona’s spirit, refusing to give up easily. After being rejected so thoroughly, how could she still claim the title of fiancée?

"Moira, do you trust me?" Julian Sinclair looked directly into Moira Young’s eyes, wanting to see the emotions in them clearly.

"Perhaps I doubted a little before, but after the last time, I now believe Uncle doesn’t have that kind of feelings for Fiona," Moira’s lips curved upwards; she certainly trusted Julian.

Previously, he had humiliated Fiona in front of the entire company, which already indicated he did not like her.

Since this was all just Fiona’s wishful thinking, Moira certainly wouldn’t hold Julian responsible.

"Our trip might have to end early," Julian affectionately stroked Moira’s head, his eyes filled with a hint of apology.

Moira nonchalantly waved her hand, "We’ve been playing for several days; it’s time to go back. I’ve eaten so much barbecued snacks recently, I start to miss Mrs. Miller’s white fungus soup."

"Greedy little foodie." Seeing Moira’s craving expression, Julian couldn’t help but smile.

Moira hummed twice, "Yes, I’m a foodie, so what?"

The two instantly started laughing, and the room was filled with Moira’s giggling.

Adrian Grant opened the door and saw the two laughing and playing, letting out a sigh and gently knocking on the door, "Julian, I have something I want to discuss with you."

"Go ahead." Hearing the commotion, Julian sat upright, his face returning to its usual cold expression, as if he wasn’t the same person who had been tickling Moira just moments ago.

Seeing Adrian’s serious demeanor, Moira also stopped playing around and sat properly on the sofa, curious to hear what he wanted to say.

"There’s been an issue at our company. I need to go back; I’m afraid I can’t accompany you any longer." Adrian regretfully spread his hands.

Originally, Moira and Julian might have felt regretful, but Moira unexpectedly responded with a smile, "Brother Adrian, it’s just as well that you want to go back; we also want to return, so let’s go together?"

"You’re not playing anymore?" Adrian calculated the days and then said, "We booked half a month’s vacation, now it’s only five or six days, why? Is it boring?"

"You’re leaving, who’s going to foot the bill? Uncle and I have no money," Moira acted regretfully, "So since you’re leaving, we can only follow and go back."

Adrian’s mouth twitched, "What joke are you making? Don’t mention your uncle; even with your petty cash, you wouldn’t have trouble spending months here?"

"It’s a big problem." Moira puckered her lips, "Since you invited us out, how is there sense in me using my savings?"

"Alright, alright, I’ll pay, isn’t that okay?" Originally Adrian never planned to leave the two irresponsibly to return to the country; he had already arranged everything for them.

Nonetheless, Moira shook her head, "No, we need to return."

"What’s wrong? Did Brother Adrian do something wrong and make you unhappy?" Adrian feared he’d upset Moira; if she were unhappy, Julian wouldn’t let him off easily.

"Our family encountered an issue, so we must return early. It’s not your fault." Seeing the hint of panic on Adrian’s face, Moira almost burst into laughter.

"What issue?" Adrian asked casually.

Moira pouted and told Adrian about Fiona Rhodes’s shameless insistence on staying at the Sinclair residence.

After listening, Adrian snorted twice, "This woman is truly shameless. Julian has already refused her countless times, yet why is her skin so thick?"

"Who knows?" Moira sighed softly, "Brother Adrian, hurry and book the tickets; we need to return early."

"Alright, I’ll do it right now."

Adrian dared not delay and quickly booked the return tickets for the three.

Nighttime.

The Sinclair residence was quiet; even a pin drop could be heard.

A dark figure quietly emerged from the guest room, gliding like a ghost to the door of Julian Sinclair’s study.

She gently turned the study doorknob, entering. The curtains weren’t drawn, and the moonlight spilled through the French windows, illuminating the study as if it was daylight.

Fiona Rhodes’s face was exposed completely under the bright moonlight.

She slipped into the study like a black cat, quietly closing the door behind her. Her dark eyes flickered under the moonlight, looking particularly eerie.

In the afternoon, arriving at the study door, she suddenly remembered Julian Sinclair’s amnesia and wanted to investigate it. If it hadn’t been for Mrs. Miller meddling, perhaps she would have already obtained evidence of Julian Sinclair’s memory loss.

"Where would he hide this stuff?" Fiona whispered, tiptoeing to Julian’s desk, beginning to search under the moonlight.

The desk was covered with various files and books, apparently nothing significant.

Fiona casually rummaged, then reached to open the desk cabinet, only to find a pile of messy documents inside.

"Why so much useless stuff." Where on earth did he hide them?