Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 21: Fool

The one lying on the bed was not Julian Sinclair, but Adrian Grant’s girlfriend Jessica, lying there stark naked, even glaring provocatively at Moira Young.

Moira Young put away her smile. Why was she lying on Julian Sinclair’s bed like this?

"What are you doing here?" Moira heard the sound of water in the bathroom; Julian Sinclair was showering.

"Look at me like this, what do you think I’m doing here?" Jessica’s voluptuous figure was her proud asset.

Men are animals that think with their lower halves. She firmly believed she could settle Julian Sinclair, especially since he had been drinking.

In Moira Young’s heart, no one in the world was worthy of him.

"Get out of here!" Moira Young’s face was cold; she didn’t want to see such a shameless woman lying here.

"You don’t get to decide; this is Julian’s home." Jessica got up from the bed.

"Stay away from me. Don’t you find yourself disgusting like this?" Moira Young took a few steps back, holding her breath, afraid of inhaling the woman’s scent.

"Uncle!" Moira Young tried to avoid her and open the bathroom door, just as Julian Sinclair himself opened the bathroom door.

Julian Sinclair was simply wrapped in a towel around his waist, his hair still dripping wet. He didn’t even see clearly before a soft mass clung to him.

Moira Young’s flushed face grew redder. She was shocked at Jessica throwing herself at Julian and writhing continuously; her stomach began to churn, truly disgusted.

"Get off!" Julian Sinclair felt like he was stuck with a piece of trash; he pushed her away with extreme distaste as he was a clean freak.

He picked up his phone and dialed a number, anger reaching its peak.

"Adrian Grant! Get over here and take your woman away!"

On the other end of the phone, Adrian Grant was puzzled, not quite understanding, and mumbled: "I’m already asleep; let’s do this tomorrow..."

Julian Sinclair’s pitch-black eyes emitted a dark and cold aura, like an ancient deep well, profound and terrifying.

"I give you ten minutes; otherwise, I’ll make sure you don’t see tomorrow’s sun!"

Jessica, a girl from a small town, hadn’t had much schooling and had struggled to climb into high society herself. She had met so many CEOs who couldn’t resist her body; why didn’t Julian Sinclair like it...

She had been frightened into a shiver by Julian Sinclair’s aura, unable to speak, and with a thump, she knelt on the ground.

"Get out!" Julian Sinclair growled low, even scaring Moira Young.

Jessica grabbed her clothes and crawled out.

"Uncle, tonight you should sleep in my room; this room is not clean anymore." Moira Young looked at the bed disdainfully, where the woman had been lying.

Julian Sinclair stifled his anger with great effort; he always had this kind of cleanliness, and very few women could share his bed. That just now was simply a nightmare!

Julian Sinclair went to Moira Young’s room, took another shower, and when he came out, he found her still sitting there.

"Uncle." Suddenly, her hand was grabbed.

"I can’t reach the zipper on this dress; can you help me?" Moira Young suddenly realized it wasn’t quite right. If Julian Sinclair helped her unzip it, wouldn’t he see everything?

Just after saying it, she realized she made a mistake, immediately letting go of Julian Sinclair’s hand, her cheeks slightly red.

"I’d better call Mrs. Miller to help me." Moira Young just prepared to get up from the bed and leave, but Julian Sinclair pulled her back.

He closed his eyes, fumbled, and pulled down the zipper, "Hurry and take a shower."

Moira Young sneakily turned to look at him, and until she closed the bathroom door, Julian Sinclair hadn’t opened his eyes.

A small sweetness rose in her heart.

Outside the Sinclair family entrance.

Jessica cried miserably while looking at Adrian Grant, who had just arrived.

"You people always stop at nothing for money. I finally got to see it today, but of all people to provoke, you choose him." Adrian Grant sat in the car, equally depressed. He shouldn’t have brought her here; now it’s embarrassing.

"How brainless do you have to be to do such a thing? Meeting you is my bad luck too!" He was too lazy to continue, handing her a card.

"There’s half a million here; take it and go abroad to find another path. You can’t stay in the country anymore."

Adrian Grant always knew how ruthless Julian Sinclair’s methods were. Seeing Jessica was involved with him, he just helped her out.