Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 80: Saved

Moira Young had died once before, she remembered what it felt like to die, and never wanted to experience it again in this lifetime.

The masked man took out a lighter from his pocket.

Moira Young suddenly realized! The liquid he poured out was gasoline! The pungent smell of gasoline hit her in the face, and Moira Young finally recognized it!

He was actually going to set a fire!

"No... don’t beg you..." The pharmacist, initially on his last breath, suddenly moved his bloody legs, as if human instinct dictated that when danger came, one had to run.

At that moment, a person came to Moira Young’s mind, and tears burst from her eyes instantly.

She actually... actually felt that the man who had heartlessly used her and abandoned her would come to save her...

How ridiculous...

The masked man walked out of the small storeroom and then threw the lighter onto the gasoline at the door frame of the small storeroom. Because there was only a little gasoline there, the fire initially did not blaze intensely. It seemed like the masked man had planned it, wanting the pharmacist to watch himself inch closer to death bit by bit.

Then he closed the storeroom door, disappearing completely from Moira Young’s sight.

Moira Young watched the flames gradually move inward, the yellow light reflecting the dark atmosphere of the entire room. She held her breath, feeling the slow approach of heat.

In truth, she was not afraid of death; she had nothing at all now, nothing to cling to in this world.

But what she feared was the feeling of dying.

The pharmacist struggled in despair, but it was futile, while Moira Young calmly watched the flames grow larger, gradually losing focus.

When a person approaches death, the images that spring to mind are the most beautiful ones from the past. Moira Young accepted Julian Sinclair in her mind, accepted everything from before.

In that instant, she no longer wanted to hate Julian Sinclair.

——

At the gate of Arden University.

Because there was no one around, it didn’t matter where Julian Sinclair parked his car; he stopped directly opposite the main gate of Arden. But because the engine was quite loud, it startled the guard uncle.

The guard uncle came out from the security booth to take a look.

Julian Sinclair sat in the car, his palms gradually sweaty; he was quite surprised by his reaction. Obviously, it wasn’t hot, so why was it like this?

He lowered the car window to get some air.

The guard uncle looked at Julian Sinclair’s car for a long time, then leaned his head to the left as if looking for something.

"Young man!" The guard uncle waved at Julian Sinclair, "Half an hour ago, a girl student went out to buy medicine and hasn’t come back yet. I can’t leave the booth; could you trouble yourself to check the pharmacy to the west?"

Julian Sinclair frowned, a girl student?

"About this tall, thin, with big eyes, a particularly pretty kid, speaks softly." The guard uncle gestured slightly.

Julian Sinclair’s grip tightened, his eyes cold, his heart suddenly felt suffocated, couldn’t the guard be talking about...

"Just keep heading west and take a turn, it’s only a kilometer!" The guard anxiously shouted, pointing the way.

Suddenly! The guard’s outstretched arm froze, and he stammered in fear: "Fire! It’s on... on fire!"

Julian Sinclair had no time to think; he stepped on the gas, speeding straight towards the direction of the fire!

——

The fire grew larger and larger. Moira Young was already feverish, and now with the fire approaching, she was nearly paralyzed by the heat.

The gasoline around the pharmacist had ignited, and only his painful wails could be heard. Moira Young grew even more desperate as she watched the scene of someone slowly being burnt unfold, a scene that was utterly soul-crushing!

Seeing the fire was about to reach Moira Young’s feet, she instinctively started to move slowly towards the other side without gasoline, tears sliding continuously down her cheeks.

"Uncle..." Moira Young bit her lower lip, coughing badly from the smoke, finding it hard to breathe. She choked out Julian Sinclair’s name in a sobbing voice, her mind blank, only knowing all she wanted was to dive into Julian Sinclair’s arms and hold him tightly...

"Uncle... Uncle..." Moira Young’s cries turned from low whimpers to desperate wailing, truly scared out of her wits...

Just as the fire was about to consume her, suddenly ’bang!’ the storeroom door was burst open!

The whole room was now engulfed with fire and smoke, making it impossible to see who had come in. Moira Young’s mind was unclear; she kept murmuring Uncle’s name, knowing nothing else.

She was suddenly lifted by the person who charged in. The familiar scent made her feel like she was in heaven, thinking she was already dead.

"Hold on!" The tense, worried words came from the person’s mouth, tinged with suffering, piercing straight into Moira Young’s heart as if she had been shot.

The person holding her tried every way to get out of the flame-covered small room, but the fire was too fierce. Suddenly a burning thick wooden beam fell beside them, and the person holding Moira Young dodged it with his arm. Moira Young was unharmed, but he was struck on the shoulder, only letting out a muffled groan, not showing the pain.

Finally, they exited the small storeroom, Moira Young’s weak gaze seemed to drift away. Her mind was muddled, fainting several times. She strained to see the face of the one holding her, but before she could see clearly, she fainted again.

Moira Young seemed to have a long, long dream; she dreamt she was walking along the edge of a cliff, moving forward step by step. As one foot dangled over the edge, someone suddenly pulled her, but couldn’t hold her, and they both fell off the cliff together.

At that moment, Moira Young awoke abruptly, drenched in cold sweat.

"You’re awake!" a familiar voice came from beside her.

Moira Young turned her head stiffly, her eyes filled with expectation, her first thought being Julian Sinclair by her side!

Because she always felt the person who saved her was someone extremely familiar to her, and the only person she was extremely familiar with was Julian Sinclair!

"Unc—" Moira Young barely opened her mouth when seeing Heath Sterling’s face, she instantly lost all strength.

So... it wasn’t Julian Sinclair...

Moira Young gave a bitter smile, her eyes reddened, she turned her face away, feeling a bit suffocated.

She felt truly ridiculous, Julian Sinclair was a thorough scam, she had treated him as a dear uncle, a family member, but he? From the beginning to the end, it was all just a set-up, an emotionless scam.

In that set-up, she played the fool to the extreme, living like a joke every day in Julian Sinclair’s eyes.

So, how could Julian Sinclair possibly come to save her...

"Moira, are you okay? You really scared me, but fortunately, the doctor said you weren’t injured, just caught a cold and fever and got frightened, rest for a few days and you’ll be fine." Heath Sterling looked much more relaxed after Moira Young woke up, the stiffness in his facial muscles gradually easing.

Moira Young composed herself, messily wiping away her tears with the back of her hand, then turned to look at Heath Sterling.

Her eyes were full of gratitude.

"Heath, it was you... who saved me?"

Heath Sterling was taken aback, his eyes a bit flustered, he tried hard to pull his lips into a smile, "As long as you’re okay."

Moira Young was convinced it was Heath who saved her, suddenly recalling an event from over two years ago, instinctively opening her mouth, "As long as you’re okay..."

"Huh?" Heath didn’t quite understand, "Moira, are you delirious from the fever? I just happened to pass by after drinking with friends at night and saw the fire, how could anything happen to me?"

Moira Young saw Heath pull back his left wrist while speaking, vaguely seeing the bandages.

The guilt in her heart gradually emerged, she looked at Heath Sterling slightly choking, "Last time you broke your leg to save me, and now you got hurt again for saving me, I’m really sorry Heath, sorry..."

Heath Sterling somewhat awkwardly hid his wrist, coughing lightly a few times, "It’s nothing, don’t think too much about it, what’s most important now is for you to rest well."

"Moira, I just found out you share a dorm with Thea Thorne, living with that person must be annoying, right? How about moving to my place? It’s quiet there, perfect for rest." Heath Sterling took a key from his pocket and placed it on the cabinet beside the hospital bed.