Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 98: Familiarity

Moira Young was eating as if she hadn’t had a meal in days. By the time she finished, she had practically cleared the whole table, while Julian Sinclair barely ate anything.

Mrs. Miller served her fish soup, which Moira Young drank several bowls of.

Moira Young was so engrossed that she completely forgot Julian Sinclair was sitting across from her. Only when she set down her bowl did her eyes meet his, as exquisite as if sculpted from ice.

"Satisfied?" Julian Sinclair asked, "Do you want more?"

"No, thank you." Moira Young glanced at the empty plates on the table, unable to believe she’d eaten it all.

Julian Sinclair checked the time; it was already late. "Let’s go back to the room and rest."

Moira Young nodded quietly, fearful that Julian Sinclair might carry her again, so she took the initiative to leave the dining table and head upstairs.

Once back in the room, she locked the door.

Leaning against the door, she let out a long breath, looking at the familiar room, finally feeling a bit at home.

Moira Young suddenly noticed the crown on the dressing table, from the day of her coming-of-age ceremony, a gift from Julian Sinclair symbolizing her growing into adulthood.

Her phone rang suddenly; it was Heath Sterling calling.

"Moira, are you okay? Do you need me to come rescue you?"

Moira Young pursed her lips, "Heath, I’ve come home."

Heath Sterling didn’t immediately comprehend, "What do you mean?"

Both fell silent for a while, then Heath spoke with a somber tone, "Why?"

Moira Young pondered, but she didn’t know why herself, unable to answer the question.

"Heath, are you coming to class tomorrow? I have something to return to you."

Heath Sterling stayed silent.

"Heath?"

"I don’t know, we’ll see." With that, Heath hung up.

Moira Young sighed, placing the phone on the table, she got into the bathroom to soak, but as soon as she set foot in the bathroom, she heard Julian Sinclair’s voice from outside the bedroom door.

"Don’t bathe right after eating." Julian Sinclair’s penetrating deep voice left Moira Young unable to resist.

She hesitated, fingers moving on the bathroom door frame, then obediently withdrew her foot.

Moira Young quietly approached the bedroom door, pressing her ear against it, holding her breath to listen for any sound outside.

But she hadn’t expected Julian Sinclair to seemingly monitor this place, "No need to listen, I haven’t left."

Moira Young instantly felt incredibly embarrassed, why couldn’t anything be hidden from him!

"How did you know I wanted to bathe?" Moira Young asked through the door, unable to resist.

"Every time after eating, you want to bathe," Julian Sinclair spoke casually, reminiscent of the past.

Moira Young felt a buzzing in her head, since leaving the Sinclair family, she could no longer do as she pleased, especially at school, lacking the conditions to soak in a bathtub, settling for symbolic showers, she hadn’t expected even for herself to forget her habit, yet he remembered.

"Julian Sinclair, do you really know me that well..." Moira Young’s nose tinged with sourness, muttering to herself, assuming he wouldn’t hear.

"Yes." Julian Sinclair heard her.

After a few seconds of calm, Moira Young opened the room’s door, and the moment she saw Julian Sinclair, tears couldn’t help but fall, "Why aren’t you resting after your surgery?"

Julian Sinclair didn’t give Moira Young any chance to react, directly entering and shutting the door, one arm wrapped around her waist to lift her onto the bed.

"I remember you said I wasn’t your uncle anymore." Julian Sinclair pressed down, pinning Moira Young beneath him, eyes emitting a captivating allure.

Moira Young was utterly dazed, her words coming out stuttered, "You...I..."

Suddenly, her mind flashed with Adrian Grant’s words at the hospital earlier, combined with her anxiety, she couldn’t articulate, her cheeks flushed red, blinking rapidly indicating her confusion.

"Then tell me, what am I to you?" Julian Sinclair’s mouth gradually touched Moira Young’s ear, gently brushing it during speech.

"You are—"

Suddenly, Julian Sinclair lightly bit her ear lobe and sucked gently.

"Uh..." Moira Young’s whole body tingled, entirely losing strength, limp beneath him, she’d never experienced such a feeling.

Her heart pounded wildly, unconsciously biting her lower lip, fists clutching the nearby bedsheet, unable to control her thoughts and body.

Julian Sinclair moved from her ear lobe to her lips, tenderly advancing, afraid to frighten her.

Moira Young tightly shut her eyes, her mind a blank, so tense she almost lost consciousness.

Julian Sinclair suddenly ceased his actions, indulgently gazing at the bashful, nervous girl beneath him, his lips curled into a smile, "Almost there, you can bathe now."

Moira Young’s nerves snapped, eyes flying open, dazed as she sat up from the bed, but when she stood, her legs went weak, almost falling, fortunately Julian Sinclair caught her.

This made her feel even more embarrassed, promptly slipping into the bathroom.

Julian Sinclair also got up from the bed, sitting on the sofa, slightly closing his eyes, relishing the unique fragrance a young girl like Moira Young brought.

He couldn’t help it time and again, yet managed to restrain himself each time.

That was his girl, how could he bear to take her?

In the bathroom, Moira Young lay soaking in the tub, her breathing erratic, the more she forced herself to relax, the more tense and anxious she became.

She began to reach out to calm her nerves, lightly patting her chest, but unexpectedly, her fingers grazed a particular spot, inducing an unusual feeling.

What was happening to her...

Moira Young couldn’t believe she reacted that way...

She shut her eyes, held her breath, sliding completely into the water, thinking this might ease herself a bit, yet the sense of suffocation only heightened the strange sensation.

Her body grew feverish, increasingly uncomfortable.

Moira Young felt too hot, she didn’t want to soak in warm water any longer, wrapped in a towel, dried off, changed into pajamas, and emerged from the bathroom.

Julian Sinclair noticed her flushed cheeks, his brows furrowed with concern, suspecting she might have developed a fever, pulling her to sit on his lap, extending his hand with sincerity to check her forehead.

Julian Sinclair’s hand wasn’t cold, yet pressed against Moira Young’s forehead, it instantly felt soothing, as if cooling her down.

"No fever, are you feeling unwell?" Julian Sinclair had never seen Moira Young like this before, genuinely believing she was ill, suddenly growing tense.

"I feel so hot..." Moira Young’s breath remained rapid, and when Julian Sinclair’s hand left her forehead, her reluctant gaze went unnoticed by herself but was captured by Julian, finally providing him an answer.

Julian Sinclair’s furrowed brows gradually relaxed; it was simply trouble he’d caused.

"Be good, sleep will make it better." Julian Sinclair comforted, "Tomorrow I’ll take you to school."

Moira Young truly felt exhausted; she climbed into bed, softly uttered ’Mm,’ indicating her understanding.

Julian Sinclair sighed with subtlety; had he known her physical response would be so intense, he wouldn’t have acted so impulsively.

He sat quietly on the sofa, accompanying her silently, and before long, Moira Young fell asleep, prompting Julian Sinclair to finally rise and return to his own bedroom.