Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 67: Reunion

The two girls at the table next to Moira Young were pointing at her.

"We only get two thousand yuan a month for living expenses. We can’t even afford thirty yuan for a Starbucks, but look at her, barely starting her freshman year, and she’s already hooked up with a wealthy heir and a CEO. He looks pretty handsome in the photos too."

Moira Young wasn’t entirely sure they were talking about her, and she wasn’t interested in listening further. She took out a napkin to wipe her mouth and hands, planning to buy some soy milk and fried dough sticks before heading to class.

While she was in line, someone else was whispering something, glancing at her occasionally, making Moira Young feel very uncomfortable.

Just then, her phone rang. It was a message from the university’s class group. Upon looking, she finally understood why everyone was pointing at her!

It was a photo of Adrian Grant giving Moira Young a card!

She froze, recalling the most recent events, and suddenly realized that the person who had followed and secretly photographed her yesterday was someone from her school!

Could it have been Thea?

"That’s her, hanging out with Heath Sterling during the day and asking another guy for money at night." Someone even openly pointed at Moira Young with no reserve.

"Heath Sterling is a wealthy heir and a national-level racer. She just doesn’t know when to stop, does she? Two-timing like this!"

"How do you know it’s two-timing? What if there’re three, four, five, or even more?"

Moira Young felt justified, sitting properly. First, she hadn’t agreed to Heath Sterling’s request. Second, Adrian Grant wasn’t in any inappropriate relationship with her. Lastly, she hadn’t directly asked Adrian Grant for money; she exchanged a bag for it, at a fifty percent discount no less.

She didn’t want to pay attention to this gossip. Some things lose their sting when you hear them enough.

Wait, Moira Young heard someone mention Heath Sterling was a racer and suddenly remembered his medal was still in her bag!

Seeing it was her turn in line, Moira Young couldn’t wait any longer and dashed off. The medal was national-level and must be extremely significant to Heath. What if she lost it!

Because she’d hidden the medal in a hidden pocket in her bag, she forgot about it every time she took it out.

Moira Young was so anxious she wasn’t even planning to attend class. She pulled out her phone, intending to call Adrian Grant, but then thought twice. Adrian enjoyed nightlife and wouldn’t normally wake up before noon.

She tried calling his number, but there was no answer. What should she do...

No more hesitation! She hailed a cab straight to Adrian Grant’s house.

At the Sinclair house, she rang the doorbell for a long time, but Adrian Grant wouldn’t open the door. She knew the passcode to Adrian’s door but hesitated whether to just walk in.

After all, she wasn’t related to Julian Sinclair anymore, and naturally wasn’t related to Adrian Grant either. Was it really appropriate to just open someone’s door like that?

Suddenly her phone rang. It was Adrian Grant returning the call.

"Little Moira, why are you calling me? Regret selling the bag at half-price?" Adrian sounded half-asleep, his voice garbled. If Moira Young wasn’t familiar with him, she wouldn’t have understood him at all, relying entirely on guesswork.

"I’m at your door—"

"I’m not home, go in and wait for me. I’ll be back in five minutes." Adrian Grant said and hung up, not giving Moira Young the chance to ask him to bring the bag, too.

Resigned, Moira Young sent him a text and then, looking down at her phone, opened the door and stepped inside.

But as soon as she stepped in, something felt off, her heart rate quickened, and a sense of oppression came over her.

Moira Young abruptly looked up and met Julian Sinclair’s pitch-black, cold-as-a-deep-well eyes that were chilling.

Her nerves suddenly went numb, and the strength left her hand. Her phone fell to the floor with a "thud," dragging Moira Young back to reality.

Her nose tingled, and she turned to leave. She didn’t want to see Julian Sinclair!

Julian Sinclair stepped forward and grabbed her but said nothing. Yet the pain in his eyes was like a knife in Moira Young’s heart. Tears fell from Moira Young’s eyes as she looked at Julian Sinclair full of hatred.

"Let go of me!" Moira Young struggled to break free from his large hands, but Julian Sinclair only tightened his grip, refusing to let go.

"Julian Sinclair! I hate you! Let me go!" Moira Young shouted from low growls to cries, releasing the pain she had held in her heart for so long. She needed to vent!

Julian Sinclair’s exquisitely weary brows furrowed tightly, and then, without giving Moira Young a chance to break free, he pulled her closer into his arms and held on tight.

It had been so long; it felt like a century since he last held her.

"You... let go of me... let go..." Moira Young was held so tightly, every part of her body felt squeezed, and she couldn’t even shout, her voice somewhat hoarse and choked.

"Julian Sinclair, you’re a liar... Why do you treat me this way..."

"You clearly promised you wouldn’t leave me... Why did you deceive me..."

Moira Young’s face was streaked with tears. Her hands hung powerless at her sides. The familiar noble scent of Julian Sinclair felt reassuring, yet now everything was different. He was no longer her Uncle; she couldn’t hide in his embrace like before...

Everything had changed.

"I hate you..." Moira Young resisted with all her might lest she starts to covet his embrace.

"I know." Julian Sinclair’s hoarse voice came from above her head, "I know..."

"Click—" The sound of the door unlocking automatically echoed.

Adrian Grant stood there dumbfounded, staring at the two of them, struggling to find words, "Wha... what’s happening here?"

"Julian Sinclair, why are you in my house?"

Moira Young seized the moment Julian Sinclair loosened his grip, breaking away from his embrace and turning her back to wipe her tears.

"I waited for you all night; where did you go? Why didn’t you answer my calls?" Julian Sinclair had sat on the sofa here all night. He knew Adrian Grant had been paying attention to Moira Young, and he couldn’t help but want to ask.

"Where I go is none of your business, I’m not your girlfriend!" Adrian Grant yawned, winking sideways at Julian Sinclair, "You’re really something!"

"So, Moira, what are you here for again? Suddenly I feel really important to you guys. Am I significant to you?" Adrian Grant leaned forward, purposely giving Julian Sinclair a knowing look, smirking mischievously.

"I left something very important in that bag. I texted you about it, where’s your girlfriend?" Moira Young shifted her focus. She came for the medal today, not to see the man who abandoned her!

"Ah?" Adrian Grant finally checked his phone, looking apologetic, "Oh, I was rushing over here and didn’t check my phone. What did you forget? Can I have her bring it to you tomorrow?"

Moira Young didn’t really want that, but with Julian Sinclair here, she didn’t want to say more.

"How are you getting back to school? Let me drive you." Adrian Grant yawned several more times, seemingly on purpose, especially in front of Julian Sinclair, "I didn’t sleep well, so I might not drive steadily. Just bear with it."

"No need." Moira Young refused outright, not needing a ride.

However, just as she took a few steps away, Julian Sinclair suddenly picked her up horizontally, using enough force to prevent Moira Young from escaping.

"Let me go! What are you doing!" Moira Young felt like needles were pricking her all over. The struggle was excruciating.

Julian Sinclair ignored her, directly placing her inside the car, then locked the doors.