Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 289: Fallen into the Trap

Vivian Grant really couldn’t wait any longer; she firmly wrapped her arms around Julian Sinclair’s waist and led him towards the bedroom.

"Julian, don’t be afraid, I just want to help you," she whispered softly into his ear as she moved closer to him.

Julian Sinclair had not yet recovered, and the smell of perfume that he disliked filled his senses.

This time, though, he mustered all his strength to open his eyes, and his slightly narrowed eyes reflected Vivian’s heavily made-up face.

Suddenly, his mind became clear.

Yet Vivian was oblivious, moving her red lips closer again.

This time, Julian was not as polite as before, summoning all his strength to push Vivian away forcefully.

Vivian, unprepared, stumbled from the push and fell off the bed again.

Being pushed off the bed not once but twice would anger even the most patient person, let alone Vivian, who didn’t have a good temper to begin with.

She frowned in displeasure, glaring at Julian, "Julian, don’t you know what’s good for you!"

"Oh? Who doesn’t know what’s good for them?" Julian’s eyes, reminiscent of a dark-night Asura, swept over Vivian’s indignant face. His voice was cold and hoarse, and it suddenly made her feel like she was plunged into an ice cellar.

"You, you... how are you awake?" Vivian was scared out of her wits, and before she could stand up from the ground, she fell back in fright.

Julian was feeling extremely uncomfortable and had no time to waste words with Vivian. He buttoned up his shirt and got out of bed.

Before leaving, he looked expressionlessly at Vivian, "Vivian, right? I’ll have Adrian take good care of you."

"No, Julian, listen to me explain..."

That call of "Julian" made him feel nauseous, and he shouted coldly, "Shut up! Just because of you, you have the right to call my name!"

"I..."

However, Julian didn’t give her a chance to explain, directly calling Adrian Grant.

After being home for over an hour, Adrian had sobered up with some sobering soup, and when he answered Julian’s call, he opened anxiously, "Julian, are you okay?"

"Vivian, you sort her out yourself. I don’t want to see her in front of me again, or don’t blame me for turning ruthless." From the beginning, Vivian was brought to him by Adrian, so it was only right that he solved it.

Adrian knew he was in the wrong and didn’t dare to argue, only nodding in agreement, "Don’t worry, I’ll ensure it’s resolved cleanly."

After hanging up, Julian still felt unbearably hot all over, and his brain and body felt off. Only then did he realize he’d been drugged.

Damn it!

The unusual feeling in his body quickly became more apparent, and he couldn’t waste time thinking. He hurriedly called a cab back to the hotel.

By the time he got back to the hotel, Moira Young was already asleep.

"Julian, are you mad?" It wouldn’t be too bad if he came back late, but he came back having drunk so much alcohol?

Usually, if she spoke like that, Julian would have punished her harshly, but this time Julian didn’t.

Sensing something was off with his gaze, Moira turned on the bedside lamp.

When the light came on, she could clearly see the state Julian was in.

The white dress shirt he left in was now disheveled, and there was a clear lipstick mark on his chest.

With his dazed eyes and uncontrollable physical reaction, even if Moira was naive, she knew what had happened.

She was so angry her face turned pale, and she pushed Julian away hard, yelling at him, "Get out!"

"Moira, I want to..."

"Get lost!" Out there fooling around and now wants her to help solve his physical needs? What does he take her for? A tool for release?

The more Moira thought about it, the angrier she got, wanting to slap him awake.

But seeing him curled up on the bed in such a pained state, she couldn’t bear it. She wanted to help him, but his overwhelming scent of perfume and the vivid lipstick mark made her feel sick.

Finally, she gritted her teeth and called for an ambulance, dialing 120 for him.

The ambulance arrived quickly, and after sending Julian to the hospital, she sat at the entrance waiting.

Several hours later, when the doctor announced that the danger had passed, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing Julian’s asleep, his handsome face was bloodless, as pale as the hospital walls.

She didn’t stay at the hospital to watch over Julian. Instead, after handling all the payments, she left without hesitation.

Since he made the mistake, he should bear the consequences himself.

For two consecutive days, Julian didn’t show up on set.

Learning about the fight between Julian and Moira that night, many people felt sorry for Moira.

Even Joe advised Moira to try to move on.

Moira didn’t mention Julian at all, further convincing everyone that they had really broken up.

Those two days, whenever Moira thought of Julian messing around with another woman, her previously fairly regular-looking face would instantly darken.

This was a far cry from the usual Moira, and even Anna began to sympathize with her.

"Moira, are you okay?" She handed a cup of coffee to Moira, a hint of sympathy flashing in her eyes.

"I’m fine." Moira’s face had no expression, knowing Anna came up to mention Julian, causing her face to look slightly upset.

"Feelings are unpredictable; don’t take it too much to heart. Don’t be sad over even a man like President Sinclair, let alone those without money or power who are fickle as well."

While sympathizing with Moira, Anna also felt more balanced. Capturing Julian’s affection had been such a prideful thing; she had been envious to the bone.

Now, knowing they had broken up, though she pitied Moira, inside, she felt a lot more at ease.

"Can we talk about something else?" Moira really didn’t want to hear Julian’s name; hearing Anna mention him made the annoyance and sadness in her heart almost intolerable.

Anna, understanding her mood, nodded, "Okay, okay, no mentioning, I won’t mention him, don’t get angry."