Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 448: A Smile in the Eyes

"The madam isn’t seriously hurt, just scared. She should wake up soon."

Upon hearing this, Titus Winslow became even more upset. The woman he’d cared for all his life had never been frightened before. Pointing at Aiden Webb’s face, he demanded, "Look at you, what did you say? How could your mother be scared? She’s always been fine, never suffered like this."

Aiden Webb frowned deeply but said nothing.

Mrs. Miller, who was nearby, began to soothe the agitated Titus Winslow. After a while, things calmed down, and Mrs. Winslow woke up.

"Mom, how are you feeling?" Aiden Webb asked hastily.

Mrs. Winslow, with a dazed expression, opened her eyes. Seeing Aiden Webb before her, she grabbed his hand, "Son, you said your sister is Moira Young, Moira Young is your sister."

Aiden Webb nodded silently.

Titus Winslow, standing by, was bewildered and asked, "What Moira Young? What sister?"

Tears streamed down Mrs. Winslow’s face as she looked at Titus Winslow, "Husband, our daughter is back. My child has finally returned."

Titus Winslow froze, then after a long pause, turned to Aiden Webb and said, "What’s going on?"

Aiden Webb explained calmly once again and then said, "But since Mom went looking, things have gotten complicated."

"Yes, yes, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have listened to rumors saying she’s a child with bad character and particularly scheming. I also shouldn’t have doubted my son. Husband, our child, tell me, what do we do now?" Mrs. Winslow cried out.

Titus Winslow was silent for a while, then held Mrs. Winslow in his arms. After a long pause, he said, "Could it be a mistake? Our little girl has passed away."

"Dad." Aiden Webb interrupted Titus Winslow, pulling out some letters from his pocket, "These are the tests I did. My sister is still alive!"

Mrs. Winslow grabbed them, her hands trembling as she pulled out the papers in a rush. Upon seeing the parentage test indicating 99.9%, she burst into tears.

Titus Winslow maintained a stony expression as he looked over, unable to utter a single word.

His little girl, no, his little girl was already gone. So small, he never even had the chance to buy her beautiful floral dresses.

His throat tightened as Titus Winslow spoke hoarsely, "This matter still requires investigation."

"Husband, what is there to investigate? It’s black and white; she’s our daughter!"

Holding his wife tightly, Titus Winslow insisted, "If our little girl is alive, indeed she would be this age, but her character shouldn’t be like this. I need more compelling evidence."

His little girl, it had to be foolproof that she comes home.

Mrs. Winslow continued to argue with Titus Winslow. The couple shouted at each other while Aiden Webb watched, feeling utterly frustrated, and went upstairs to his room.

He closed the door and shut everything out.

Sat on the floor, he looked at his phone, tapped it open, and dialed Moira Young.

After the incident this morning, Moira Young wasn’t in the mood to attend class, so she took leave and went straight back to Julian’s residence.

Sitting on the bed, she heard her phone ring, looked at the screen that read: Brother, and found it quite ironic. She let out a cold laugh and hung up.

On the other end, Aiden Webb’s eyes darkened and he continued trying to reach her.

The two of them, one in the east and one in the west, like little kids, calling and hanging up repeatedly.

The ringing annoyed Moira Young, so she turned off her phone and threw it aside, then burrowed into her quilt.

Aiden Webb tried calling again only to realize the phone was off, and his heart throbbed with pain as he collapsed onto the carpet.

Outside the window, the snowflakes fell like grains, suddenly turning into a snowy blanket that covered the city.

"Young master."

Julian Sinclair returned to Julian’s residence after work and asked Mrs. Miller, "Has Moira returned?"

Mrs. Miller took Julian Sinclair’s briefcase and coat, "Miss came back at noon and has been upstairs since, hasn’t even eaten."

Julian Sinclair’s brow furrowed slightly, nodded, and walked upstairs.

He gently opened the door and walked in, his footsteps light, saw the lump on the bed, and sat at the edge, gazing down at the woman’s sleeping face, giving her a gentle kiss on the brow, then turned towards the washroom.

The woman on the bed stirred and after a moment, a soft, muffled voice came, "You’re back."

Moira Young rubbed her eyes, half-turning her head to look at Julian Sinclair who was standing by the window.

"Hold me," she said as she crawled up from the bed and leaped into Julian Sinclair’s arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and hugging him tightly.

Julian Sinclair embraced her and walked towards the bathroom, "Want to shower together?"

The woman gazed out of the window at the snowflakes, murmuring, "It’s snowing."

"Yeah, a bath would be perfect."

The two of them entered the bathroom, talking past each other, unspeakable things.

At night, after dinner, they cozied up on the study’s reclining chair with a book – or rather, it was Moira Young who leaned against the working Julian Sinclair reading a book.

Inside, only the sound of the keyboard and the cool male voice could be heard.

After a while, the man put down his laptop, brushed the woman’s hair gently, and said quietly, "Mrs. Miller mentioned you came home at noon."

The woman turned a page, and her voice followed, "Yes."

"What’s wrong, you seem upset." Julian Sinclair pecked Moira Young on her forehead.

The woman’s hand, holding the book, stiffened, then she lowered it, turned, and buried her face in the man’s chest, mumbling, "Mm."

His fingers glided from her forehead down to the tips, softly and gently, while outside the window, the blustering, audacious snowflakes continued to fall. "The snow is heavy today; by tomorrow it should pile up quite a bit. Want to have a snow fight?" he said.

Moira Young lifted her head slightly, gazing out the window, then tilted her head to kiss the man. "Sure, haven’t done that in a long time."

The man raised his hand to touch her face, then moved it to her head, deepening the comforting kiss.

He nibbled lightly at the corner of Moira Young’s lips and chuckled, "Let’s get some sleep early."

Her small hand reached up and pinched the man’s waist, snuggling even closer.

The next day, they got up early, just as Julian Sinclair had said, the snow had fallen fiercely all night. The ground was covered in thick snow.

Looking at the white world, Moira Young’s mouth curved into a smile as she hurriedly pulled the man still in his slumber, quickly gear up, and rush into the garden to play.

"I want to make a snowman first," Moira Young released his hand, ran into the snow, and said cheerfully.

Julian Sinclair laughed and nodded, "Alright, let’s compete, and whoever makes theirs faster and better, the loser will agree to one condition from the winner."

Moira Young lifted her chin, eyes full of excitement, "Let’s compete, let’s start now." Without waiting for Julian Sinclair to respond, she crouched down and began rolling the snow.

From afar, only their busy figures could be seen.

Julian Sinclair walked leisurely with the snow, watching Moira Young diligently forge ahead, unable to hide the smile in his eyes.