Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 309: Acting Cute

Hearing his words, Moira Young breathed a sigh of relief again: "You should have said so earlier, I thought I was really disfigured."

"Were you scared?"

"What girl wouldn’t be scared?" Moira Young retorted playfully.

"Don’t worry, they’re just surface wounds, not that serious." Adrian Grant wanted to reach out and ruffle Moira Young’s hair, but seeing her head all bandaged up like a dumpling, he ultimately held back.

At that moment, Julian Sinclair returned, being pushed by medical staff for a walk.

Seeing Moira Young awake, he quickly wheeled himself to her bedside, looking at her with concern: "Moira, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

"Uncle, I’m quite alright." Moira Young was relieved to see Julian Sinclair was okay too, but upon noticing him in a wheelchair, she couldn’t help but ask, "Uncle, what about your leg?"

Surely, it’s not crippled?

"Miss Young, don’t worry. Mr. Sinclair’s leg is only temporarily strained and will heal within a fortnight." A doctor explained with a smile as they chatted.

Moira Young nodded, smiling slightly at Julian Sinclair: "As long as you’re fine."

Julian Sinclair smiled back: "I’m just glad you’re alright."

Unable to stand their lovey-dovey interaction, Adrian Grant dragged the doctor off to check on Moira Young.

After the checkup, the doctor’s smile grew wider: "Miss Young’s body is doing well, recovering nicely these few days. At this recovery rate, she might be discharged in under two months."

"Then what’s wrong with her voice?" Adrian Grant asked.

"Dust from the explosion got into her throat, causing some vocal cord damage. But it’s not a big problem, medication will fix it."

"That’s good then."

Moira Young opened her mouth but said nothing.

She had noticed her voice was off earlier, thinking it was just because she’d slept too long, never imagining her vocal cords were injured.

Luckily, it wasn’t anything serious, or her dreams of stardom might have been shattered.

After the doctor left, the nurse rebandaged Moira Young, wrapping her up like a mummy once more.

Looking at her appearance, Moira Young sighed, helpless.

From the doctor’s tone, she guessed she’d be wrapped up like this until her wounds scabbed over, to prevent her from scratching as they healed.

Thus, Moira Young found herself in a bind.

Now her face was injured, she couldn’t eat anything with color or pigments.

Every time Mrs. Miller brought large servings of meat, she could only gnaw on pork trotters and drink white porridge; the rest was for Julian Sinclair.

Moira Young sighed wistfully: "I wish I could have a bite too."

"Be good, Moira. The pork trotters are delicious too, give them a try." Adrian Grant coaxed her gently.

Yet Moira Young’s eyes seemed to get lost in the dishes before Julian Sinclair, unable to look away, as she wiped the drool from her mouth, her eyes full of longing.

This little look made both Julian Sinclair and Adrian Grant’s hearts ache, if not for her health, Julian Sinclair wouldn’t be able to resist her little gaze.

"Uncle..." Moira Young called Julian Sinclair softly.

Julian Sinclair turned to her and then firmly shook his head: "No."

"Just one bite!" Moira Young was about to cry, she wanted to eat stewed ribs, kung pao chicken too.

"How about some fish?" Julian Sinclair pointed at the steamed bass, asking her; the dishes on the table were too spicy and rich for Moira Young.

Moira Young shook her head: "I want something with flavor!"

The pork trotters and congee she’d been having tasted of nothing, she felt her mouth would soon forget the taste.

Sometimes Moira Young felt Julian Sinclair did it on purpose, knowing she couldn’t eat those things yet he wouldn’t restrain himself, indulging right in front of her—was he testing her patience?

"Then I won’t eat either, okay?" Julian Sinclair relented.

Moira Young was a bit unsatisfied but still nodded: "That’s more like it, everything should be fair. What I eat is what you eat, why should you get special treatment?"

At Moira Young’s insistence, Julian Sinclair too started living on a bland diet.

When Carter Porter and Mimi came to visit Moira Young, neither Julian Sinclair nor Adrian Grant was present, only Moira Young sipping her clear congee with such a scrunched-up face.

"Is it really that bad?" Mimi chuckled at her pinched expression.

"Congee isn’t bad, but after ten or so consecutive meals, you’d think differently," Moira Young sighed deeply, looking mournfully out the window.

Carter Porter nodded in agreement: "True, even delicacies become cloying if eaten daily."

"How did you guys know something happened to me?" Moira Young suddenly remembered after a few moments of silence.

"It was on the news, how could we not know?" Mimi said, putting the lilies she brought into a vase and taking out a letter from her bag, handing it to Moira, "This is from Heath Sterling." 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Hearing Heath Sterling’s name, Moira Young shivered; since their last parting, it had been a while since they’d seen each other.

"How has he been lately?"

"What could be the matter with him?" Carter Porter shrugged, whispering, "He wanted to see you in person, but you know how his mom is, so..."

Moira Young chuckled: "I understand."

Since Carter and Mimi saw the reports, Heath’s mom must have too. Knowing her temper, she wouldn’t let him visit.

"But don’t worry, Heath is still very concerned about you, so he asked us to bring this letter to you," Mimi hurriedly reassured Moira Young, afraid she might feel hurt.

However, Moira Young just smiled and shook her head: "Even if he doesn’t come to see me, I can understand. What happened before was my fault, I should apologize to him."

If it weren’t for her, Heath wouldn’t have been targeted by Julian Sinclair, it was her mistake.

"Don’t talk nonsense, he never blamed you. And besides, in these matters, who can say who’s right or wrong?"

Carter Porter gestured, indicating Moira Young shouldn’t dwell on it.

Since Heath Sterling liked Moira Young, he had to bear such pressures, if he couldn’t, what right had he to stand by her side?

Moira Young pursed her lips, saying nothing. She slowly opened the envelope and took out the letter inside.

The letter briefly explained Heath Sterling’s current situation and extended many well-wishes, his concern for Moira Young evident between the lines. Regarding past events, he told her not to worry, he never blamed her.

After reading the letter, Moira Young’s eyes were slightly wet, feeling guilt towards him.

Seeing her suddenly saddened, Mimi giggled: "Look at you, it’s nothing serious, no reason to cry your eyes out."

"I’m not crying," Moira Young insisted.

"In any case, you must get better soon, don’t let the bird’s nest I brought go to waste," Mimi teased, sticking out her tongue playfully at Moira Young.