Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 97: Going Home

Moira Young was startled and almost started crying, "I didn’t!"

Adrian Grant rolled his eyes and said, "Do you feel that since he’s your Uncle, you two can’t do anything? Come on, it doesn’t matter, didn’t you already stop recognizing him as your Uncle? The previous relationship is long gone, now you have a legitimate reason, just relax!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Moira was so anxious she wanted to strangle him! She felt it was a deliberate humiliation and wished she could find a hole to hide in.

Adrian Grant found her even more adorable, couldn’t help but laugh out loud, and suddenly remembered her little boyfriend, teasingly said, "Break up with your prospective boyfriend sooner."

Just as Moira Young was about to retort, Adrian Grant thought of something, stopped her, and then fumbled in his pocket for a while.

It turned out, he was taking out Heath Sterling’s medal and then stuffed it into Moira Young’s hand, "Hey, give it back to him sooner, don’t drag it out, it’s better to keep relationships simple."

Adrian Grant looked at her meaningfully and didn’t say anything more. Everything was left to fate; he had been so worried about Julian Sinclair and Moira Young’s affairs that he didn’t have time for his love life, sacrificing too much, now it was time to completely let go.

"I bet Fiona Rhodes will definitely leave tonight, she’s so delicate, she can’t handle sitting by Julian Sinclair’s side all night; last night you ran off on him, tonight you have to make up for it somehow, right?"

Adrian Grant purposely waited for Moira Young to nod before he easily walked away.

Adrian Grant insisted that Moira Young see him off, and all along the way Moira Young didn’t say a word, it was Adrian Grant doing all the talking. She understood his talkative nature; he just couldn’t stop talking.

Until he reached the car, Adrian Grant gave a few more instructions, telling her to be sure to stay with Julian Sinclair, or it would be troublesome if anything happened at night.

Moira Young felt guilty, she watched Adrian Grant’s car drift further away, hesitated for a long time before she mustered the courage to return to the hospital.

She quietly peeked into the ward and sure enough, Fiona Rhodes had already left.

Perhaps due to feeling guilty, Moira Young always felt that Julian Sinclair must be watching her through the door.

"Miss, are you going to go in?" The bodyguard saw her peeking around like a thief and was puzzled, if you’re going in, then go in, what does this mean?

Moira Young panicked, immediately made a ’shush’ gesture, hoping Julian Sinclair hadn’t heard...

But then...

"Come in." Julian Sinclair had heard anyway.

Moira Young walked in sheepishly, she had just scolded Julian Sinclair last night and said a bunch of harsh things, how could she dare look him in the eyes today...

"Are you hungry?" The first words he spoke were to care about her.

Moira Young’s eyes reddened, suddenly remembering the times when they were together, as long as Julian Sinclair wasn’t very busy, he would always have breakfast and dinner with her. Sometimes when he came home late and saw her waiting on the sofa, his first words would surely be ’Are you hungry?’.

Adrian Grant’s words swirled in her mind like a spell, she didn’t know if she should believe them or not.

If she had to choose, she really wanted to choose to believe.

Because the words Julian Sinclair were her comfort zone, her safety zone, the home she feared she would never have in her lifetime.

"Plop—" Tears fell drop by drop.

In the moment Moira Young was lost in her thoughts, Julian Sinclair, unbeknownst to her, got down from the bed, walked over to her, and gently wiped her tears away with such tender warmth, making it hard to resist.

Now Moira Young cried even harder, how she wished to throw herself into his arms like before, cling to him like a koala.

But... can she still do that now...

A hint of heartache flashed in Julian Sinclair’s eyes, how could he bear to let the girl he cherished so much cry.

"Moira, come home with me." Julian Sinclair unhesitatingly embraced her, only when he truly held her in his arms did he know that Moira Young was not only important to him but was an indispensable part of his life.

If she did not agree for one day, he would say it for one day, if she never agreed for a lifetime, he would say it for a lifetime.

Moira Young lay motionless, sobbing in his arms, and at this moment, she wanted to compromise.

She no longer wanted to struggle, she just wanted to be held by him, then go home with him, eat Mrs. Miller’s cooking every day, sit on the sofa waiting for him every day.

Every day...see him...

Finally, Moira Young tried to raise her arms and cautiously hugged him back.

At this moment, Julian Sinclair felt Moira Young’s initiative, and his perfectly composed face finally showed a trace of relief, pulling her closer.

"Be a good girl, Moira." Julian Sinclair’s hand on her shoulder slid up to affectionately pat her on the head, "Let’s go home for dinner."

Then he effortlessly carried her in his arms, just like before, only now Moira Young felt much lighter, he couldn’t help but frown slightly, feeling a bit pained.

Moira Young was a bit slow to react, and Julian Sinclair had taken several steps when she suddenly blurted out in fright, "Put me down quickly!"

Julian Sinclair froze, his heart clenched.

"You just had surgery yesterday, don’t carry me..." Moira Young didn’t dare struggle, fearing to accidentally hurt him again.

"I’m not using that arm." Julian Sinclair’s deep eyes gradually revealed a smile, so she was actually concerned about him.

"Relax." With that, he didn’t wait for Moira Young to refuse and directly carried her out the door.

Moira Young saw the nurses looking over, her cheeks heated up, and she immediately buried her head in Julian Sinclair’s chest.

Julian Sinclair took her home; on the way, he had already instructed Mrs. Miller to prepare a meal, but as they were almost home, Moira Young fell asleep in his arms.

After they got home, Julian Sinclair wanted to take her to the room to nap for a while, as before, when she fell asleep, Julian Sinclair carrying her never woke her up.

But unexpectedly, it was different this time, as soon as Julian Sinclair had carried her out of the car,

Moira Young woke up.

"We’re home." Julian Sinclair set her down, "Why did you wake up?"

Moira Young yawned tiredly, murmuring, "I wake up with any noise."

Julian Sinclair didn’t expect that in less than a month, her sleep could become so light?

Mrs. Miller heard the commotion and hurried out to greet them, seeing that Moira Young seemed different this time back than last time, and since Julian Sinclair had just instructed her to cook, it meant they were truly back.

"Miss, come eat, the food is ready!" Mrs. Miller smiled broadly, unable to hide her happiness.

Moira Young had gone crazy missing Mrs. Miller’s cooking; having just woken up, she wasn’t fully conscious, and upon hearing Mrs. Miller call her to eat, she thought she was still living at the Sinclair family home and naturally went to eat.

But as soon as she sat down, she became alert and, as if triggered by something, immediately stood up, not knowing whether to sit or not sit.

Mrs. Miller looked at her puzzled, "Miss, is your backside uncomfortable? Shall I get you a cushion?"

Moira Young awkwardly said, "No, I’m just not used to it."

"This is your home, what’s there to get used to, come eat, it’s all your favorites." Mrs. Miller was relieved to see she wasn’t uncomfortable but still made sure to get a cushion for her.

"Miss, shall I serve you a bowl of fish soup?"

Moira Young didn’t know where to put her hands and feet, and didn’t know whether to nod or not.

Julian Sinclair sat across from her, not intentionally looking at her, just letting her slowly get used to being back.

"Miss doesn’t want fish soup? I’ll make another soup then." Mrs. Miller was about to turn and get busy, but Moira Young stopped her.

"Mrs. Miller, I like fish soup, don’t trouble yourself running around, go rest." Moira Young couldn’t bear to see her working so hard at her age; after all, she should rest more.

Mrs. Miller laughed, "I’m happy to see you back, Miss, I still have two more dishes to cook." So she went off to fry them.

Moira Young secretly glanced at Julian Sinclair’s reaction, found that he didn’t react nor look at her, only then did she start to relax.

She was already hungry after playing all day, and the table was full of her favorite dishes; she tried a few bites first, and then realized Mrs. Miller’s cooking was exceedingly delicious, still the familiar taste.