Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 36: Humiliation
"What’s wrong?" Zayne Sinclair noticed they were nearly at the room, but was suddenly stopped and a trace of impatience flashed in his eyes.
"I want to wait for him in the living room, I don’t need to rest." Moira Young saw the change in his gaze and suddenly felt things weren’t looking good.
Zayne Sinclair glanced at the third-floor living room; this was the third floor, where people usually didn’t come. As long as there was no one, he could have Moira Young all to himself.
"Alright, suit yourself." He seemed to accept calmly, as if it were no big deal.
Moira Young exhaled slightly, walked to the living room, and sat down. She looked at the exquisite teacup on the coffee table and just as she was about to pick it up to examine it, Zayne Sinclair’s hand blocked her.
Zayne Sinclair suddenly sat down, closely pressing against Moira Young, one hand wrapped around her waist and the other placed on her leg.
Moira Young froze, this sudden movement tightened her nerves, and she instinctively wanted to break free.
"Let go of me!"
However, the more she struggled, the tighter Zayne Sinclair held her.
"Blame it on being one of the Uncle’s people. Whatever Uncle has, be it a person or a thing, I must have it too!" Zayne Sinclair took off his coat, his eyes glittering with desire.
He held Moira Young’s arm, leaned in to kiss her, just as his lips touched Moira Young’s skin, suddenly he was kicked fiercely!
"Who the hell kicked me!" Zayne Sinclair raged, standing up ready to retaliate.
Unexpectedly, the kicker was Julian Sinclair, and behind Julian Sinclair were his father and several Sinclair family elders!
"Dad... Uncle..." Zayne Sinclair completely panicked, he hadn’t expected these people to be on the third floor at this moment!
"Uncle!" Moira Young was startled, her face pale as she fought to hold back tears, pushed away Zayne Sinclair blocking her path, and rushed into Julian Sinclair’s arms.
Julian Sinclair held her tightly, the veins on his forehead indicating his suppressed fury.
"It’s alright now." Seeing Moira Young like this, he felt a sharp pang in his heart, a strong sense of hurt.
"You bastard! How could you do such shameless and vile things! You’ve completely embarrassed me!" Zayne Sinclair’s father was furious, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to burrow into.
"Look at Julian, then look at yourself!"
"Your seventh brother always handles things more reliably and sensibly than you. He knew the third floor is quiet, usually undisturbed, so he brought several elders up to rest. But you? Touching a young girl, you truly are a fine son of the Sinclair family!"
The several Sinclair family elders witnessed this, and though they couldn’t say much, their impression of Zayne Sinclair had soured.
Zayne Sinclair’s father’s anger was actually quite simple - the Sinclair Group’s shares and rights were fairly dispersed without an absolute heir, relying on the decision of respected elders.
Hence, at this moment, despite reluctance, he had to display impartiality, even if it meant punishing his own son.
Zayne Sinclair watched his father and the elders shake their heads and leave, then looked at the silent man holding Moira Young, suddenly coming to a realization.
"Julian Sinclair, did you set me up?" Zayne Sinclair’s expression turned fierce, he pointed at Julian Sinclair’s nose with resentment.
Julian Sinclair gently pressed Moira Young’s head against his chest, covering her ears.
His expression slowly grew cold, his indifferent and dark eyes cut through the air like sharp daggers, cast toward Zayne Sinclair.
"You reap what you sow."
The extremely soft words penetrated with formidable force, piercing through Zayne Sinclair’s mind, leaving him no room for any response.
Julian Sinclair’s expression remained grim, he disdainfully spared not a second more to look at him, picked up Moira Young, and turned to leave.
