Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 281: Jealous

As the saying goes, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, that’s exactly the truth here.

"Uncle, do you think I’m not suited for this line of work?" Moira Young sighed softly, feeling like Aiden Webb had shattered her confidence entirely.

"No one is born knowing what job they’re suited for. Moira of mine is so smart; as long as she wants to do it, she can certainly do it well, hmm?" Julian Sinclair affectionately tapped Moira Young on the forehead, indicating she shouldn’t overthink.

Moira Young nodded with a smile: "Yes! As long as I want to do it, I can definitely do it well!"

She simply wouldn’t accept defeat to Aiden Webb’s endless criticisms.

Just like Julian Sinclair said, as long as she wants to do it, there’s nothing she can’t do well. Nothing is impossible to the willing heart; Moira Young secretly vowed to leave Aiden Webb speechless.

Thus, right after lunch, she threw herself into her acting career, unable to extricate herself.

She contemplated the emotions of the character over and over in front of the mirror, practicing even a single expression hundreds of times.

This was the first time Julian Sinclair had seen Moira Young work so hard, feeling both gratified and somehow distressed.

Standing by the bathroom door, he watched Moira Young cry and laugh repeatedly at the mirror, a concerned expression surfaced on his handsome face.

In his ears echoed the words Moira Young had once told him, and his heart grew heavier.

Just finishing her practice of the charming smile, Moira Young turned her head to see Julian Sinclair standing at the door with a gloomy face, she couldn’t help but ask: "Uncle, what’s wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"Moira, don’t ever think you can escape from my side in this lifetime." Julian Sinclair’s eyes flickered slightly, and he walked over to Moira Young in two strides, pulling her into his arms domineeringly, his words carrying an irrepressible force.

Moira Young was startled by his actions, she frowned instinctively: "Uncle, why are you saying this all of a sudden?"

"You don’t need to ask why, just obediently listen. Understand?" Julian Sinclair’s large hand lifted Moira Young’s chin, his gaze locked onto the small face that haunted his dreams, his thin lips slightly curved as he leaned down to kiss Moira Young’s crimson lips.

However, feeling that Julian Sinclair was acting strangely, Moira Young reflexively tilted her head back, narrowly dodging his kiss.

Unawares, her resistance made Julian Sinclair’s expression considerably worsen, his eyes turned chilly: "Are you rejecting me?"

Moira Young extended her small hand to push Julian Sinclair’s chest, whispering: "I just think Uncle is acting a bit odd today."

Julian Sinclair said nothing, yet his gaze grew increasingly deep.

"Uncle, please go out, let me practice more; otherwise, I’ll get scolded again by Aiden Webb during the scene tomorrow." Moira Young sighed, feeling irritated, she definitely didn’t want to be scolded again tomorrow.

"Don’t mention other men in front of me." Julian Sinclair fiercely pulled Moira Young back into his arms with such strength that she cried out from the pain.

"Julian Sinclair, what are you doing? You’re hurting me." Moira Young shouted in displeasure.

But Julian Sinclair seemed not to hear, holding Moira Young tightly, a storm in his eyes: "Did you hear what I said?"

"Aiden Webb isn’t someone else; he’s the male lead in this drama. I’m bringing him up because I just don’t want to be looked down upon by him." Moira Young’s face flushed with anger, she didn’t know where Julian Sinclair’s intense possessiveness came from. He was this way with Heath Sterling before, and now with Aiden Webb.

Moira Young mentioned Aiden Webb’s name again; Julian Sinclair’s face darkened further, and he forcefully kissed Moira Young’s red lips, silencing her continuous chatter.

Nearly driven to tears by the forceful kiss, Moira Young wondered why Julian Sinclair was always so unreasonable.

But Julian Sinclair gave her no chance to resist, directly pressing her onto the bed, leaving her too exhausted to argue.

In the middle of the night, Moira Young, thoroughly tired and sore, was carried into the bathroom by Julian Sinclair, who bathed her and scrubbed her back. At this moment, Moira Young was so exhausted that she couldn’t keep her eyes open, falling asleep as she was being washed.

By the time she woke up, it was already noon the next day.

As for Julian Sinclair, he was already nowhere to be seen.

She bit her lower lip tightly, grabbing the bedding with displeasure, her face full of resentment: "Always like this! Takes advantage and runs!"

"Moira, are you up?" Just then, she heard Joe’s knocking on the door from outside.

"Yes, I’m up." Just awake, Moira Young cleared her throat and found her voice hoarse and unpleasant, blushing a bit.

She confirmed that aside from soreness all over, she had no headaches or fever, meaning her voice wasn’t hoarse because she was ill, but only because last night...

Thinking of this, Moira Young lightly coughed twice, patted her face, and murmured softly: "Moira Young, what are you thinking? Truly embarrassing."

"Then I’m coming in." Joe said, and the sound of the doorknob turning came from outside.

As soon as she walked in and saw Moira Young clutching the blanket around her bare shoulders, a bemused smile tugged at her mouth: "Moira, seems like last night’s battle was quite fierce, huh?"

"What? Even you’re teasing me now?" Moira Young huffed softly.

Joe stuck her tongue out: "I wouldn’t dare, I was just curious."

"What time is it now?" Moira Young raised her hand to cover her mouth, and yawned, not intending to bicker with Joe.

"It’s eleven-thirty, but your scene is around two in the afternoon, so let’s get up, have a meal, then get dressed and made up." Joe said this while taking out a simple dress from the wardrobe for Moira Young, along with underwear.

Looking at Moira Young’s wardrobe full of beautiful clothes, she couldn’t help but sigh: "The outfits prepared by the production team aren’t half as nice as the ones in this wardrobe, why do we still have to wear the costumes prepared by the props team?"

Moira Young slowly put on her underwear, answering leisurely: "They don’t fit the character profile."

Joe thought that seemed right; the protagonist Cathie Linton was a poor student, how could she afford these limited editions and high fashion?

"What’s for lunch today?" Moira Young asked casually.

"Lunch was bought by President Sinclair, but he said there’s some urgent matter at the office, so he can’t join you for a meal." Even so, Joe still found Julian Sinclair gentle and thoughtful, simply the ideal boyfriend.

Whenever Julian Sinclair was mentioned, she couldn’t help but sigh, both envying Moira Young’s good fortune and feeling lucky herself.

Having freshened up, Moira Young sat at the dining table, which was full of her favorite dishes.

Giving a little humph, she couldn’t help but criticize inwardly, "Don’t think I’ll forgive him for yesterday’s antics just because of this."

Of course, she never shortchanged herself on food, and with work in the afternoon, she needed to fill her stomach to bring her best spirit forward.

Today, she was determined to leave Aiden Webb speechless.

"Moira, what’s wrong with your voice? Got a cold?" Joe originally thought the hoarseness was from just waking up, but after finishing the meal, it still hadn’t changed.