Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 282: Targeted

Her question left Moira Young awkwardly frozen on the spot, not knowing how to respond.

After a while, she pretended to be serious and nodded: "Hmm, maybe I’ve caught a chill."

"Then how are you going to film like this? Do you need to take a break?" Joe said, listening to Moira Young’s increasingly hoarse voice, feeling that something was wrong. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"No need, just get me a throat lozenge." She had rested yesterday, so how could she take another break today? Even though Julian Sinclair was the investor, she couldn’t be so wanton.

Joe looked at her worriedly, seeing her face normal without any other symptoms, he finally took a throat lozenge from his bag and handed it to her: "Moira, if you really can’t hold on later, you must rest."

Moira Young nodded slightly to show she understood.

When she arrived on set, applied makeup, and changed clothes, filming officially began shortly after.

It was the same scene as yesterday, but today it went much smoother.

Even the director couldn’t help but praise Moira Young: "Moira, your performance today was exceptional, your expressions were spot on."

"Thank you." Moira Young’s eyes slightly lifted, it seemed that practicing in front of the mirror yesterday had some effect.

As for Aiden Webb, he didn’t say much today. After finishing this segment, he returned to his seat to rest, not even giving Moira Young an extra glance.

Sometimes Moira Young was curious, how did he manage to be so passionately invested in acting, portraying the role so vividly, but the moment he stepped away from the camera, he could instantly revert to that expressionless face.

Being able to shift between emotions so effortlessly was quite impressive.

She really wanted to go ask for advice, but she also knew that with Aiden Webb’s personality, he probably wouldn’t give her a good look, let alone personally teach her.

Even though he had given her the script and notes before, it was just to avoid seeing her stiff expression during acting.

Unbeknownst to Moira Young, every move of hers was noticed by Aiden Webb, he just didn’t intend to speak up.

He was always alone, coming and going freely, and he never made deep connections with anyone, naturally, he didn’t plan to have any interaction with Moira Young outside of filming.

The busy day came to an end.

When Aiden Webb returned to the hotel, it was already late at night.

Laura Lowe poured a cup of coffee and handed it to him, saying softly: "Young master, it’s already late, you should rest early."

"Mm." Although Aiden Webb replied, he didn’t move, his long eyes were filled with unfathomable darkness.

He held a new notebook in his hand, writing something in it.

Laura Lowe glanced at it and couldn’t help but frown: "Young master, why are you writing notes again, is it for Moira Young?"

Aiden Webb’s writing hand paused slightly, his face still cold as ice, but he didn’t speak.

His silence was as good as an admission, and his admission made Laura Lowe somewhat worried: "Young master, you’ve never concerned yourself with those around you, why suddenly take an interest in this girl? Is it possible you have special feelings for her?"

"There’s nothing like that." Aiden Webb denied it straightforwardly.

"Young master, no matter the feelings you have for Moira Young, I just want to tell you, she is Julian Sinclair’s woman." Laura Lowe slowly pulled back the hair falling on her forehead, her eyes filled with deep helplessness.

If the young master really liked Moira Young, it would be troublesome.

A splash of contemplation crossed Aiden Webb’s handsome face, and he said in a deep voice: "I know my limits."

"That little girl is indeed pretty, but she is far from worthy of you, young master." Laura Lowe lightly parted her red lips, her face carrying a faint sorrow, she didn’t want Aiden Webb to fall for a woman like Moira Young.

In the entertainment industry, women like Moira Young who climbed high up are everywhere, she couldn’t allow Aiden Webb to fall into this.

Her words made Aiden Webb a bit impatient, he responded coldly: "If you’re done, please leave."

Laura Lowe’s face darkened slightly, her voice filled with confusion: "Young master, I say this for your own good."

"You’ve been meddling too much lately." Aiden Webb’s handsome face turned black, his large hand slammed heavily on the table.

The loud noise startled Laura Lowe, and she had to stop talking, giving Aiden Webb a deep look before quickly exiting.

In the following week, although Aiden Webb didn’t guide Moira Young’s acting face to face, he would give Moira Young his insights at the end of each day’s shooting.

Over time, the small notebooks in Moira Young’s room piled up a small stack.

And Aiden Webb’s special attention to Moira Young made Julian Sinclair displeased.

At night.

Julian Sinclair sat on the sofa with a sullen face, and the housekeeper standing beside him also had a serious expression.

"I never expected he had this kind of background."

Initially, he thought Aiden Webb was just another actor in the entertainment industry, but it seemed he had underestimated him.

The housekeeper nodded slightly: "At first, I couldn’t find much by searching Aiden Webb’s name, but after a deeper search, I found out that Aiden Webb was just his stage name."

This was also within Julian Sinclair’s expectations, how many in the entertainment industry used their real names?

He slightly furrowed his brows, a coldness flashed across his handsome face: "I really underestimated him."

"Aiden Webb’s background is almost on par with the young master, it seems we can’t suppress him." The housekeeper said in a deep voice.

"I know, you can go now." Julian Sinclair’s face grew darker at the thought of Aiden Webb, this man’s presence had already threatened his relationship with Moira Young, he had to be cautious.

After the housekeeper left, he meticulously reviewed Aiden Webb’s profile again, his eyes growing increasingly mysterious and profound.

The next evening.

Aiden Webb came as usual to deliver notes to Moira Young, and the pleased Moira Young had long forgotten being scolded by him, she happily ran to open the door.

Unexpectedly, Julian Sinclair suddenly walked out of the room, grabbed her hand, and said seriously: "I’ll get the door."

"Alright then." Moira Young pouted and obediently sat back down.

She watched as Julian Sinclair walked to the door and opened it, Aiden Webb handed over the notebook directly: "For Moira Young."

Julian Sinclair’s long phoenix eyes scanned Aiden Webb up and down, smiling faintly: "Aiden Webb, right? Our Moira doesn’t need the help of outsiders, it’s better you keep this notebook."

"This is for her." Aiden Webb’s expression didn’t change, as cold as ever.

"I said she doesn’t need it, what? Didn’t you hear?" Julian Sinclair, seeing him so ungracious, his handsome face immediately changed color.

But Aiden Webb wasn’t an ordinary person, he wasn’t afraid of Julian Sinclair at all, still standing coldly where he was, holding out the notebook single-handedly with a cold voice: "Step aside."

Julian Sinclair’s cold eyes narrowed slightly, the brilliant smile hiding a brewing storm: "What if I don’t?"

"I’m here for her, it has nothing to do with you." Aiden Webb’s meaning was clear, he came for Moira Young, what did it have to do with Julian Sinclair?

This also indirectly indicated that, in his eyes, he didn’t mix Julian Sinclair and Moira Young together, considering Moira Young just as Moira Young, without the label of Julian Sinclair’s woman.