Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 68: Mischief

Sitting in the passenger seat, Butler Liu, who had been waiting for Julian Sinclair, was completely shocked.

"Get out!" Julian Sinclair growled, and both Butler Liu and the driver rushed out of the car, running far away.

"Julian Sinclair! What exactly are you—"

Julian Sinclair’s icy eyes flashed with a strange fire, and like a beast, he pinned Moira Young’s arm and kissed her!

"Mmm—"

Moira Young looked at Julian Sinclair in disbelief, her body instantly numb, her mind blank, and her body stiffened!

Every pore seemed to have electricity constantly flowing through it, tingling and causing her heart to race as if it might leap from her chest at any moment!

Julian Sinclair’s warm and domineering tongue pried open her numb lips, and just as he touched Moira Young’s tongue, she instinctively flinched, only then realizing what Julian Sinclair was doing!

Moira Young panicked, tears welling up in her eyes. She suddenly didn’t know how to control her limbs, forgetting how to resist...

Julian Sinclair’s tongue grew more wanton, Moira Young’s cheeks flushed hot, and her body began to heat up until tears streamed down, tracing her cheeks and jaw, dripping onto Julian Sinclair’s hand.

Julian Sinclair’s hand froze, and he halted his movements, releasing Moira Young, his bloodshot eyes filled with fatigue.

What had he just been doing...

How had he suddenly lost control...

After Julian Sinclair released her arm, Moira Young gradually regained the sensation, sitting up dazedly and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, feeling increasingly wronged and unable to stop crying.

Looking at Moira Young’s pitiable state, Julian Sinclair felt suffocated.

He lowered the car window and looked at Butler Liu, who bowed slightly, signaling the driver to start the car.

"Young Master, where to?"

"Arden University." His words were plain, devoid of emotion, as he looked out the window, ignoring Moira Young as if she weren’t there.

Moira Young stubbornly remained silent, wiping away her tears and forcing herself not to cry. However, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t control her eyes as tears insisted on flowing.

She no longer wanted to appear so weak in front of Julian Sinclair. She wanted to prove to him that she was actually a strong, independent person, not just a girl who hid in his arms to act coy!

"Young Master, we’ve arrived at Arden University." Butler Liu reported cautiously, afraid of inadvertently touching a sensitive nerve.

Moira Young expressionlessly reached for the car door, only to find it wouldn’t open. She tried several times, clearly for Julian Sinclair to see.

Butler Liu sneaked a look at Julian Sinclair, seeing his indifference and lack of reaction, decided that since Julian wasn’t speaking up, he would pretend not to see...

Ever since the last incident, Julian Sinclair had locked himself in his room for days, and even after coming out, remained silent and expressionless, chillingly cold.

Today, with Moira Young, at least his expression had returned, even if it was an angry one. Butler Liu sighed slightly, feeling contented enough.

Moira Young, unable to open the door and unwilling to speak up, grew increasingly anxious before forcefully kicking the car door.

The people inside still showed no reaction, treating her as if she were invisible.

"Julian Sinclair!" Moira Young looked at his profile angrily, having no idea what his intentions were. He had clearly brought her to Arden University, but now wouldn’t let her out of the car.

Julian Sinclair turned his head slightly, facing her, his gaze calm but internally agitated like a storm.

He just wanted to look at her for a few more seconds, even if just for a few seconds, unwilling to let her go.

Adrian Grant was right; he was battling with himself. He couldn’t escape his feelings of guilt and pain, making him unable to face Moira Young or himself.

He was all too aware of this.

Outside the car, people were coming and going. Perhaps Julian Sinclair’s car was too conspicuous, as everyone passing by turned to look and whispered among themselves.

"Open the door!" Moira Young didn’t want to wait until more people gathered outside to get out. She pulled her collar up to cover her face, ready to step out and leave with her head down.

"Let her go." Julian Sinclair’s deep, penetrating voice calmly instructed, and the driver obliged, unlocking the car door.

Moira Young got out, frowning, impatient enough to slam the car door, drawing the surrounding people’s attention.

Since someone had already circulated photos of her and Adrian Grant that morning, she didn’t want people to spread stories about her stepping out of a luxury car. First, there was Heath Sterling, then Adrian Grant; now, she couldn’t let anyone know about Julian Sinclair’s existence.

However, Moira Young’s looks and figure were distinctive, always standing out in a crowd. Even with her head lowered and face covered, people could guess who she was, though they didn’t dare to confirm.

"Moira Young—" Lisa Webb’s voice suddenly pierced through, whether intentionally or not, calling her name in front of everyone, confirming her identity.

Her nerves tingled, pretending not to hear, quickening her pace.

"Moira Young, wait for me." Lisa Webb caught up, panting, with her glasses nearly falling off.

Moira Young wasn’t very fond of her at the moment, always feeling that her heart didn’t match her appearance, inconsistent.

"Don’t call my name anymore; I don’t want to be recognized." Moira Young whispered, somewhat coldly.

"Oh." Lisa Webb fell silent, not walking alongside Moira Young, but trailing behind her.

"Lisa, what are you doing?" Moira Young looked back at the head-down, well-behaved Lisa, as if she had bullied her, like she was a reprimanded little girl.

"I..." Lisa paused, stopping, with a tone of grievance, "I’m afraid of upsetting you."

"Why is she acting like this, really acting like some kind of lady? Our school has so many genuine rich kids; what’s there to show off with the money she earned selling herself!" Others around started defending Lisa Webb.

Moira Young was already in a bad mood, looking at the downcast Lisa who seemed at fault; she really didn’t understand why she’d act like this.

She turned, expressionless, to the gossipers, "Have you said enough?"

Those people, unlike Thea Thorne, lacked background and confidence. Seeing Moira Young getting upset, they left reluctantly.

"I wanted to tell you that Thea Thorne didn’t attend class this morning and was rummaging through your stuff in the dorm, though I don’t know what she was looking for." Lisa Webb said tentatively, adjusting her glasses.

"What?" Moira Young knew Thea Thorne would cause trouble for her, but she hadn’t expected her to rudely go through her things!

"You’d better go back and check, though nothing should be missing. Thea’s family is wealthy; she lacks nothing." Lisa Webb comforted.

Moira Young outwardly appeared calm, but inwardly she sneered. In others’ eyes, Thea was privileged, a daughter of the Thorne family, wanting for nothing.

But Moira Young knew better than anyone that Thea hated her so much that she wouldn’t leave her even a strand of hair.

As Moira Young returned to the dorm, Lisa Webb followed closely behind.

At the moment she opened the door, her hand froze on the key, surveying the scene, scrutinizing Thea Thorne.

Thea stood with arms crossed, leaning against the bunk bed ladder, glancing at Moira and gesturing at her handiwork for Moira to see.

Her area was in chaos, even the floor covered with her books and clothes. Though there wasn’t much, many small items were shattered, and some books torn apart, leaving nothing untouched.

Moira Young suddenly remembered Heath Sterling’s necklace, and as if reading her mind, Thea triumphantly extended her hand to show it, "Is this what you’re looking for?"