Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 285: Dinner

Moira Young arrived at the hotel entrance, where Aiden Webb was already waiting, accompanied by a voluptuous woman.

Is that his girlfriend?

Just as she was pondering, Aiden’s icy voice reached her ears: "You’re late."

"I’m sorry, a small matter held me up." As she spoke, Moira’s eyes subtly glanced over at the woman, suddenly realizing that this was Aiden’s type.

Laura Lowe noticed Moira assessing her but remained unbothered, standing gracefully as she let her look.

She thought Moira would inquire about her identity, but Moira turned and linked arms with Julian Sinclair, who had just come out, directly saying to Aiden, "Let’s go."

Aiden looked at Julian, who just happened to look back at him. The tension between their gazes was palpable, and despite the silence, Moira could sense the hostility.

She gently tugged on Julian’s sleeve, prompting him to withdraw his gaze and lead her to the Sinclair family’s private car.

Standing beside Aiden, Laura frowned with some displeasure: "It’s clear they invited the young master for dinner, so what’s with the attitude?"

Aiden did not respond and got into the car on his own. Seeing this, Laura, though dissatisfied, quickly followed.

The restaurant booked by the butler was less than a half-hour drive away.

The atmosphere at the dining table became rather awkward.

Moira glanced at Julian, then at Aiden, momentarily unsure of how to proceed.

"Shall we order?" She tried to break the awkwardness.

Neither Julian nor Aiden spoke, but both reached for the menu simultaneously.

The two men each held one end of the menu, neither willing to let go, their standoff persisting.

"Uncle, Aiden is a guest," Moira couldn’t bear it any longer and softly reminded Julian.

Julian’s lips curled into a slight, cold smile. He was prepared to let go when Aiden also released his grip.

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Moira, feeling exasperated by these two stubborn men, seeing them at a stalemate, ultimately sighed and said helplessly, "Fine, I’ll order instead."

She casually picked up the menu, glanced over it, and called over the waiter: "Bring out all of your restaurant’s specialties, and a bottle of red wine, the best you have."

"Sure." The waiter was beaming; she loved generous customers like these.

Before long, the dishes were brought to the table one by one.

Moira, as the host, stood up first and raised her glass to Aiden: "Sir, I toast you with this wine, thank you for saving me today."

"Hmm." Aiden lifted his glass in acknowledgment, taking a gentle sip.

"Help yourselves to the food. How should I address you, miss?" Moira invited everyone to start eating, finally asking when her eyes fell on Laura.

Laura smiled politely at her: "Hello, Miss Young. Sorry for not introducing myself earlier. I’m Laura Lowe, the young master’s assistant."

"Hello." Moira returned the smile, not particularly interested in her identity.

Seeing Moira’s lack of interest, Laura wanted to speak but didn’t know how to start.

She hadn’t expected Moira to be more difficult to deal with than she imagined, neither fawning nor inquisitive, truly challenging.

Moira really was hungry, her mind not on such matters, and after the toast, she silently started eating. As for Julian, he was focused on serving Moira, treating the pair across from them as mere scenery.

Aiden didn’t seem out of sorts, eating quietly without speaking.

The only one feeling the awkward atmosphere was Laura, who had insisted on coming to give Moira a hard time, but who could have guessed these three would be so silent, making it impossible to start?

As Moira ate, her eyes landed on the squirrelfish in front of Aiden.

With just a glance, Aiden understood her meaning, and without a word, he lifted the dish and placed it in front of Moira.

Moira’s eyes lit up instantly, smiling sweetly at him: "Thank you, sir."

Her reaction darkened Julian’s face as he forcibly turned her head, issuing a silent warning.

"I just wanted some fish." Moira pouted, feeling aggrieved.

"With me here, why ask strangers?" Julian’s smile was enigmatic.

Aiden, who hadn’t spoken since the beginning, immediately retorted: "Stranger?"

Julian, thinking Aiden would remain silent until the dinner ended, hadn’t expected him to provide a chance for confrontation.

He sneered repeatedly: "Does Mr. Webb think he’s not a stranger?"

The question seemed a bit much, and Laura thought Aiden might not answer.

To her surprise, Aiden responded coldly the next second: "I’ve been on set with Moira from nine in the morning to midnight every day, so I wouldn’t say I’m a stranger."

Spending over ten hours a day together, even a partner might not spend so much time.

"Oh? Is that so?" Julian’s cold eyes held a trace of disdain, "But it’s just work, nothing to do with personal relations."

"And so? After all, she spends more time with me, doesn’t she?" Aiden taunted back.

Julian’s expression darkened; he decided not to beat around the bush: "Aiden, I know you’re not afraid of me, but I must warn you. As long as I am around, don’t even think about making a move on Moira, or else..."

He didn’t finish, but the threat was clear.

Moira wanted to clasp his hand to stop him, but Aiden suddenly laughed: "Then you better hold on tight."

Julian held Moira’s hand firmly, his gaze filled not just with determination but a threatening menace.

The dinner, under their confrontation, ended on an unpleasant note.

Back at the hotel, Laura watched Aiden sit at the desk reading as if nothing happened, her frustration growing.

She couldn’t hold back and reminded him: "Young master, today you..."

"Silence." Aiden cut her off with a cold glare before she could finish.

"Young master, aren’t you a bit too special with Moira Young? I’ve said she’s not worthy of you, a social climber. Why don’t you listen? If your parents find out you like such a woman, they won’t forgive you."

Laura wished she could knock some sense into him to wake him up.

"Get out!" Apparently fed up with Laura, Aiden frowned and ordered coldly.

"Young master..."

"I said leave." Aiden’s narrow eyes glinted coldly, his handsome face expressing harshness.

Laura bit her lip and stomped her foot: "Fine, I’m going!"

Watching her storm out and slam the door, Aiden rubbed his temples in frustration.

If it weren’t for their lifelong friendship and family ties, he wouldn’t allow such indulgence.