Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 286: Anger

With Aiden Webb’s guidance, Moira Young’s acting skills improved significantly, leading to countless praises from the director’s team every day.

As time went on, Moira Young genuinely started to love acting.

Not because of the glamorous life of a star, but the art of performance itself, which had so much to explore.

Unknowingly, the relationship between Moira Young and Aiden Webb also improved a lot.

Initially, Aiden Webb was reluctant to say a few more words to her, but now he would even initiate conversations, which Moira understood as his recognition of her.

As for Julian Sinclair, to prevent the two from getting too close, he would come to the set to watch them act together as soon as he finished his work at the hotel.

With him around, Moira Young would restrain herself a bit and wouldn’t rush to ask Aiden Webb questions as soon as she encountered a problem.

After spending so much time together, Moira increasingly felt that Aiden Webb was warm-hearted despite his cold exterior and aloof demeanor.

That day, after handling important matters, Julian Sinclair came to the set to watch Moira Young act.

Just in time to see Moira Young hopping like a little rabbit over to Aiden Webb, opening the script, and pointing at the lines inside asking, "Senior, what expression should I use for this line?"

Aiden Webb glanced at the lines, pondered for a few seconds, and slowly spoke: "Sadness doesn’t always have to be expressed with tears; it’s best to convey it through your eyes."

"How do I express it then?" Moira Young asked, her face full of confusion, "Is there a better way to express than just crying?"

"Let me demonstrate for you." Aiden Webb said, closing his eyes to collect himself.

Moira Young knew he was switching into character, so she stared intently.

The next second, Aiden Webb opened his eyes. Although they seemed unchanged, she read emotions of sadness, despair, and even a sense of ashes into it.

Her little mouth couldn’t help but form an ’O’ shape, amazed by how incredible it was.

"Your turn to try."

"Okay."

Moira Young closed her eyes imitating Aiden Webb and then opened them again, her eyes gazing emptily into the distance, looking not sad, but more like a soulless puppet.

Aiden Webb couldn’t help but twitch his lips, tapping her head lightly with a fan, "Try again."

"Oh." Moira Young pouted, rubbing her slightly sore forehead, closed her eyes again to find the feeling of sadness.

When she opened her eyes again, the emotions were a bit more complex, with a slight sense of loss, but still far from true sadness.

So Aiden Webb tapped her head again, his cold voice filled with some helplessness: "Again."

Moira Young obediently tried again, and this process repeated over ten times.

By this time, she barely found the feeling, but it was still far from enough in Aiden Webb’s eyes.

Aiden Webb shook his head: "If you really can’t express sadness, think of the things that make you unhappy."

"Unhappy things?" Moira Young blinked in confusion.

"Like when Julian Sinclair treats you badly," Aiden Webb hinted.

Indeed, upon mentioning when Julian Sinclair was not good to her, her eyes drooped instantly, and her mood became gloomy.

Just then, a cold male voice came into Moira Young’s ear: "Mr. Webb is indeed a good teacher."

Aiden Webb was caught by the person in question, but he still managed to keep his composure, even slightly nodding to acknowledge: "Not bad."

"Come over here." Julian Sinclair’s icy gaze swept over Aiden Webb, then beckoned to Moira Young standing beside him.

Caught in the act, Moira Young dared not delay, she quickly ran over to Julian Sinclair with a flattering smile: "Uncle, why are you only here now."

One had to admit, Moira Young’s words extinguished Julian Sinclair’s fury. He pulled her into his arms: "Aren’t you quite happy even when I’m not here?"

"How could I be, I’m happier with you here." Moira Young chuckled and held onto Julian Sinclair’s arm tightly.

"Are you tired?" Julian Sinclair asked, ignoring Aiden Webb, noticing Moira Young’s forehead was slightly sweaty. He squinted with concern and took out a handkerchief to wipe her sweat.

Moira Young obediently shook her head: "Not tired."

"Take this." Julian Sinclair pinched her little face and then somehow produced a thermos cup.

"What’s this?" Moira Young looked at Julian Sinclair, puzzled.

"Brown sugar ginger tea."

Moira Young gave a small excited shout: "Oh, my period is coming soon..."

Julian Sinclair patted her head: "Go drink it quickly."

"Okay!"

Aiden Webb was thus ignored by the two, and though he didn’t mind much, he found Julian Sinclair increasingly unpleasant to look at.

The afternoon’s filming soon began.

Because of the filming needs, Moira Young stayed close to Aiden Webb on set, and whenever there was a problem, the two would consult closely together.

Completely absorbed in filming, Moira Young had already put Julian Sinclair out of her mind, her thoughts only focused on how to perform well in the scene.

By the time filming wrapped, it was around ten at night, and Julian Sinclair had waited on set for her for a full seven hours.

Once finished, Moira Young was so exhausted she could hardly stand, let alone muster the energy to talk to Julian Sinclair.

"Uncle, let’s go back."

Hearing her soft, weak voice, Julian Sinclair suppressed his displeasure, took her hand, and was about to leave when Aiden Webb’s voice called from behind.

"Moira."

Hearing his voice, Moira Young turned back with a bright smile: "Senior, do you need something?"

Her flower-like smile stabbed Julian Sinclair’s eyes, and he gripped Moira Young’s hand tighter.

The pain in her hand made Moira Young frown, puzzled as she looked at his cold and stern face: "Uncle, what are you doing? It hurts."

"Back to the hotel," Julian Sinclair answered coldly, pulling Moira Young with him.

"Wait a minute, Senior seems to need something from me." Moira Young instinctively broke free from Julian Sinclair’s hand, smiled, and looked at Aiden Webb again, "Senior, is there something?"

She didn’t notice that just as she let go of his hand, Julian Sinclair’s eyes darkened, his already stern expression turning icy, as he glared at Aiden Webb like a freezing gust.

Aiden Webb, seemingly unfazed, handed Moira Young a USB flash drive with an unusually gentle tone: "The USB drive has quite a few acting lessons, take a look at them."

"Thank you, Senior." Moira Young smiled sweetly.

"You’re welcome." Aiden Webb’s eyes softened as he couldn’t resist ruffling Moira Young’s hair.

Moira Young didn’t seem to mind at all, showing neither resistance nor discomfort.

Julian Sinclair stood on the side, witnessing their tender interaction, his eyes turned frigid. He wanted to reach out to pull Moira Young away, but she instinctively shook off his hand and cautiously put the USB drive given by Aiden Webb into her bag.

Joe, who had gone to the dressing room to grab sunglasses for Moira Young, returned to witness the scene, almost scared out of his wits.

Oh dear Moira, what on earth are you doing!