Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 295: The Game

Moira Young didn’t come back to her senses until her feet were firmly on the ground. But her legs felt like they weren’t hers anymore, too weak to take even a single step.

Looking at Moira Young’s state, Julian Sinclair smiled with his eyebrows and eyes, scooped her up horizontally, and lightly parted his thin lips, "Want to try bungee jumping again?"

"Once is enough..."

They say bungee jumping is fun, but only after experiencing it do you realize that the momentary feeling of weightlessness is really uncomfortable.

As she was sighing, she saw Adrian Grant shuffling over to them with shaky legs.

Moira Young’s eyes curved in a smile, "Adrian, were you laughing at me just now?"

"Let’s not talk about the past, okay?" Adrian Grant rubbed his wobbly legs, looking deeply pained.

If he hadn’t just barely managed to hold back his scream, he suspected Moira Young would have genuinely laughed out loud.

"Can you still walk?" Moira Young’s eyes were filled with laughter, she never thought Adrian Grant would actually be scared.

Adrian Grant let out a deep sigh and finally nodded, "I can."

So the three of them happily headed out the door, with the exception of Julian Sinclair, the other two were nearly in a semi-paralyzed state.

The evening was still a time for eating and drinking, and Adrian Grant, worthy of being a veteran of nightlife, had already found out the most famous restaurants and bars in Y Country just a couple of days after arriving.

After dinner, Adrian Grant took the two to a bar for fun.

Moira Young hadn’t really wanted to come, but out of curiosity about foreign bars, she eventually followed along.

Once she arrived, she realized there was no difference between domestic and foreign bars, the only difference was the drinks.

Men and women in the dance floor were all swaying their bodies, compared to the conservatism back home, foreign customs were more open.

Regardless of whether they were strangers or staff, everyone had a brilliant smile, filled with enthusiasm.

"This is said to be the most famous bar around here, most of the drinks are locally featured fruit wines, the taste is quite special, Moira, you must try it." Adrian Grant recommended to Moira Young like a tour guide.

Moira Young’s eyes sparkled, "They’re all fruit wines, what’s so special here?"

"Why don’t you give it a try and see?" With that, Adrian Grant called over a waiter and ordered half a dozen fruit wines and two glasses of whiskey.

When the drinks arrived, Adrian Grant first handed a fruit wine to Moira Young, "The alcohol content is very low, just like juice, give it a try."

Moira Young skeptically raised her glass and took a sip, and after a moment, surprise twinkled in her eyes, "Though the taste is a bit strange, it’s sweet like juice, really nice to drink."

She raised the glass towards Julian Sinclair, inviting, "Uncle, you try it too."

Julian Sinclair cooperatively opened his mouth to take a small sip, and then nodded, "Indeed, not bad."

"Right?" Moira Young smiled with crescent-shaped eyes.

Originally, Julian Sinclair didn’t approve of Moira Young coming to the bar, but since she insisted, he had no choice.

Fortunately, both he and Adrian Grant were here today, so since she wanted to have a little fun, he let her be.

Adrian Grant feared Moira Young would find just drinking boring, so he ordered a variety of snacks, fruit platters, and local specialties for her.

As for Julian Sinclair, he was always reticent, and apart from being a little different with Moira Young, he always exuded a "do not disturb" aura in any setting.

Therefore, Adrian Grant didn’t even plan to involve Julian Sinclair, as long as he made Moira Young happy, that was enough.

"Moira, want to get a couple of chicks to join us?" Adrian Grant suggested.

"I’m not like you." Moira Young gave him a sidelong glance, not finding the suggestion great.

Adrian Grant shrugged innocently, "I just thought it might be boring for you, so I was thinking about having some girls to play games with you."

"What games?" Moira Young did find sitting idle a bit boring, and triggered by the mention of games, she gave him a little response.

"Truth or Dare, cards, whatever you want to play, we can play." Adrian Grant replied.

"What about Flying Chess?"

Adrian Grant was stunned, "You want to play Flying Chess?"

Moira Young nodded earnestly, "Why not?"

"Sure! As long as you enjoy it, Flying Chess, Monopoly, anything goes!" Adrian Grant initially wanted to say no, but when he met the chilly gaze of Julian Sinclair, he immediately changed his tune.

"Alright then, call them over." Moira Young rubbed her nose, her face full of anticipation.

"Just wait." Adrian Grant raised his thin lips in a smile, though internally he felt like a thousand grass mud horses were galloping through his heart. He thought of a thousand possibilities but never imagined Moira Young wanted to play Flying Chess!

Moira Young couldn’t help but admit Adrian Grant’s efficiency really was fast, truly emphasizing the notion of money talks. In just a few short minutes, he rounded up two guys and three girls, most of whom were amusingly of Chinese descent, eliminating any language barrier concerns.

The waiter somehow found a large flying chess board big enough for ten players, set on a large table which accommodated both the game and all the snacks, fruits, and drinks.

Julian Sinclair and Moira Young sat snugly beside each other, while Adrian Grant had a blue-eyed blonde woman by his side.

Thus forming four teams.

Adrian Grant spoke up, "Since we’re all here to have fun, it would be boring without a reward or penalty, does anyone have any good suggestions?"

Julian Sinclair gave him a faint glance, his gaze full of warning.

Adrian Grant returned with a reassuring look, signaling Julian not to worry, he wouldn’t go too far.

"How about playing Truth or Dare?" suggested the woman beside Adrian Grant.

Everyone else nodded in agreement.

Moira Young frowned. If they were going to play Truth or Dare, she would have chosen that from the start, why play Flying Chess then?

Seeing her frown, Adrian Grant immediately understood her intent, so he shook his head, "Constantly playing Truth or Dare is boring, why don’t we play something else?"

"We’ll listen to Mr. Grant." said the blonde with flattering eyes fixed on Adrian Grant.

"Alright, in that case, let’s play sticky notes?" Adrian Grant thought for quite a while, and this was what he came up with.

Though others found it unexciting, they could only nod in agreement.

And so, the dual Flying Chess competition commenced.

Moira Young’s luck really was something to remark upon. While the other three teams’ planes had long left the airport, she’d been stuck there for five rounds.

She frustratedly tugged at her hair, muttering, "Is this die rigged? Why haven’t I rolled a five or six once?"

"Don’t fret, little Moira, you’ll get there eventually." Adrian Grant laughed heartily.

Seeing him laugh so gleefully, Moira Young grew more sullen, "Adrian, stop laughing at me!"

Adrian Grant pursed his thin lips, "Alright, alright." However, even as he said this, he couldn’t hide the amusement in his eyes.

Feeling indignant, Moira Young turned and nestled into Julian Sinclair’s arms, "Uncle, look, Adrian’s mocking me!"

"Little Moira, you’ve set me up for failure." Adrian Grant looked helpless.

"If you’re upset, you can tattle too." Moira Young proudly lifted her chin, her mood brightening as she saw him beaten.

Unconsciously, another round passed, and finally it was Moira Young’s turn to roll the die. Her eyes focused sharply, tightly gripping the die in her palm, and whispered a prayer, "Oh Lord, please, not a six, but at least a five so I can get one plane out!"

After the prayer, she cast the die with confidence.