Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 42: Car Accident

"Daring to cause trouble on my turf without knowing your own limits!"

A familiar voice reached Moira Young’s ears, and a faint sweat appeared on her face.

The man who got hit looked up and finally saw who it was, immediately becoming respectful, "Young Master Sterling, it’s not that I was causing trouble, it was that little bitch who stepped on me. Look at her heels, they really hurt!"

After speaking, Moira awkwardly wanted to use her skirt to cover her high heels, but the skirt was too short.

Fortunately, Heath Sterling didn’t turn around. He paused for a few seconds, then kicked again!

"You’re the damn little bitch!"

The man got kicked again, and the people around him laughed. His face turned embarrassed, and he stood up angrily, "Kid! Don’t think just because you own this bar you can do whatever you want! Who in this line doesn’t know me? You’re still young, I won’t hold it against you, but when you really get out in the world like this, you’ll play yourself to death!"

The man shot a fierce glare at Moira and spat at Heath Sterling before leaving with a livid face.

Moira was stunned, her body stiffened for a moment—this bar was Heath Sterling’s?

She knew Carter Porter was Heath Sterling’s best friend, so Carter definitely knew Heath was here. Carter was well aware of what had happened between her and Heath before. Moira didn’t understand why Carter didn’t tell her this bar belonged to Heath.

Why did he keep it from her?

Heath Sterling turned around, meeting Moira’s eyes. The feeling in his heart was enough to shatter the facade of calm he was trying to maintain. Even though he hated her so much, he couldn’t help wanting to see her.

Moira held her breath, fearing that any movement might tear open the old wounds. If blood started flowing, how would she end it?

Time ticked by, and just as Moira was about to buckle under the pressure, Heath calmly walked straight up to her, then nonchalantly sidestepped, passing her on the right without saying a word.

At that moment, Moira suddenly relaxed, greedily gulping in oxygen, but her eyes involuntarily reddened.

No one could understand how she felt right now, how much she wanted to pull Heath back and say she was sorry...

She quickened her breathing pace, hoping it would help calm her mind.

Moira no longer had the anticipation she felt when she first arrived. She returned to her seat, checked her watch—it was already eleven o’clock. It was time to leave.

Coincidentally, Carter Porter came back right on time since Moira had told him she needed to leave before midnight.

"Have you been sitting here the whole time?" Carter assumed Moira had gone to the dance floor, "Come on, I’ll take you home."

"This bar belongs to Heath, why didn’t you tell me?" Moira spoke up only after getting into the car.

Carter paused for a moment, "If I had told you, you wouldn’t have come."

"Why did you insist I come anyway?"

Carter was at a loss for words; he couldn’t exactly say it was because Heath wanted to see her...

"You saw it too, all our classmates came. As the saying goes, classmates for a lifetime are like family for three generations. In the future, everyone will go their separate ways, and there will be no more chances to meet."

Moira could sense Carter was lying, but his words left her without a retort, so she stopped pressing for answers.

Carter dropped her off at her doorstep, watching her get out of the car, wanting to say something but holding back.

From a distance, Moira saw Julian Sinclair’s car already parked in the courtyard. Without a moment’s hesitation, she hurriedly dashed inside.

Just as she nervously stepped inside the door, she didn’t see Julian anywhere, not even Mrs. Miller.

"Uncle—" Moira called out as she looked around upstairs but found no one.

A sense of unease suddenly crept over her. She finally remembered to take out her phone, where several missed calls from Julian were displayed. She immediately called back, but the first call went unanswered.

She began to panic and dialed a second time.

Finally, the call went through, and it was Mrs. Miller who answered.

"Miss Young, the young master was in a car accident and is now at the First Hospital. Just a moment and—"