Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 306: Death

The two kissed passionately, completely ignoring the driver’s flushed face.

Nobody knew how much time passed before Julian Sinclair finally let go of Moira Young, who was nearly out of breath.

Once released, Moira gasped for fresh air, her eyes glinting with a sweet smile.

Just as Moira was about to speak, a violent explosion sounded in her ear.

Startled, she instinctively dove into Julian’s arms. Julian furrowed his brows and pinned Moira beneath him protectively.

"What happened?" Julian asked coldly.

"President Sinclair! It’s bad, someone rear-ended us," the driver replied frantically.

"Speed up, get us out of here."

"There’s already an explosion ahead; it’s too late to rush through now." The driver urgently maneuvered the steering wheel, wishing they could fly into the air.

They were speeding down the highway, unable to move forward and unable to stop behind.

Just when the driver was panicking and had no idea what to do, Julian quietly whispered to Moira, "Don’t be afraid, I’m here."

"Uncle, what’s going on..."

Before Moira could finish her sentence, the car was heavily struck by an out-of-control truck, making her close her eyes in fright. Julian held her tightly, protecting her from any harm.

Fortunately, the car was specially modified by him, its sturdiness unmatched by ordinary vehicles.

Although the collision was severe, it didn’t injure them.

"President Sinclair, it’s bad, the engine’s broken." As the car was struck by a truck and sent flying toward them, the driver tried quickly to steer, only to find the car wouldn’t start!

He was sweating profusely and could only call out to Julian.

Moira was terrified; she never expected something like this to happen.

Julian remained incredibly calm and forcefully pulled open the car door, intending to help Moira out. However, the door wouldn’t budge, and with a deepened gaze, he broke it open with a strong kick.

Immediately, he told Moira, "Moira, go quickly."

"No, I’m scared." Moira was so frightened her legs turned to jelly, she could hardly stand, let alone move.

"Don’t be afraid, Uncle is here. On three, we’ll get out, okay?" Julian understood Moira’s fear, and although the situation was dire, he calmed himself to coax her.

Meanwhile, the driver was increasingly anxious, "President Sinclair, Miss Moira, hurry!! There’s no time!"

Seeing the car racing toward them, getting out might be their only shot at survival; if they stayed, they might all die here!

Moira also realized the gravity of the situation, didn’t dare delay, and slowly started crawling out.

Julian was the first to get out of the car, but when he looked back, he realized it was too late. He yanked Moira over, embracing her as he lunged to the side, and the driver promptly jumped out, too.

At the moment they left the car, the vehicle, having been thrown by the truck, crashed heavily into it.

Then, deafening explosions erupted one after another.

Julian, who hadn’t run far, felt the blast waves behind him and instantly pushed Moira out of harm’s way, getting engulfed by the heat himself.

Moira’s eyes widened in terror as she watched Julian consumed by flames, letting out a heart-wrenching scream, "Uncle!!"

Yet, in the next moment, a powerful gust struck her, and before she could worry about Julian, she was violently thrown against the highway’s barrier and then to the ground.

"Uncle..." As Moira hit the ground, blood spurted from her mouth. As she gazed in the direction where Julian had disappeared, she whispered two words before losing consciousness.

The multi-car crash on the highway soon made the news.

Adrian Grant, having returned to the country a day early, had just finished his work and saw the report when he turned on his computer.

He helplessly sighed, "How unlucky can people be to get caught in a pileup like this?"

As he calmly opened the news images to take a look, he was drawn to one of the totaled cars.

The vehicle’s original appearance was unrecognizable, but its license plate was clearly captured.

Seeing the numbers, his heart skipped a beat.

"How is this possible?"

Without thinking much more, he immediately dialed Julian’s number, but only a mechanical voice answered. The same happened with Moira’s number.

"This can’t be, this can’t be!" Adrian’s heart felt as if it had stopped beating; he couldn’t believe it was true.

"Someone!!! Find out who was involved in this chain-reaction crash immediately!"

His assistant was startled by his frantic demeanor, dared not say much, and acted quickly.

But before the assistant could find out any details, another live news report came out.

Adrian stared unwaveringly at the reporter on the screen, as if trying to see right through her.

The reporter rambled on with irrelevant details, which he listened to with growing impatience, wishing to fast-forward if not for it being live.

Just as his patience was wearing thin, one sentence from the reporter sent his heart plummeting into despair.

"In this accident, thirty people were injured, and five died. It’s reported that Julian Sinclair of the Sinclair Group and rising star Moira Young were among the injured...."

This sentence almost made Adrian’s legs give way beneath him.

His mind seemed to freeze, leaving him incapable of thought.

How did it come to this? How could it be them?

Shaking his head to clear the thoughts, he went straight to his car and drove to the scene.

When he arrived, the ambulances were just about to leave. He quickly stopped one and followed to see if it was Julian and Moira.

Upon seeing their familiar faces, his last sliver of hope shattered.

At that moment, apart from Julian’s face that appeared unscathed, his body had been ravaged by the blast’s impact, and he wore an oxygen mask, breathing so faintly as to be almost nonexistent.

Moira lying next to him wasn’t much better off, her once beautiful face now covered in scars, blood trickling from her lips—a harrowing sight.

Following the ambulance to the hospital, he watched as they were wheeled into the operating room, then waited anxiously outside.

Staring at the lit operation room sign, Adrian was engulfed in remorse.

If only he hadn’t insisted on returning first, they wouldn’t have faced this chain-reaction crash. If he hadn’t booked those flight tickets, they wouldn’t have met this disaster.

If only he hadn’t taken them abroad...

If only he hadn’t let them return alone...

But sadly, there’s no "if only" in life. The events had already unfolded, and all he could do was pray for Julian and Moira’s survival.

Yet the images of their injured bodies haunted his mind, filling Adrian with a foreboding feeling.

If something did happen to them, how would he ever live with himself?