Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 310: Blood Donation

Moira Young returned the smile and blinked at her: "Don’t worry, I’ll recover quickly and won’t let your two boxes of top-quality bird’s nest go to waste."

"That’s more like it." Mimi gave a thumbs-up.

"When did you two become so close?" Carter Porter was puzzled.

Mimi rolled her eyes at him, crossed her arms, and lifted her chin with arrogance: "We’ve always been this close."

Moira also echoed: "The friendship between girls is something you clueless guys wouldn’t understand."

"Exactly, exactly."

Laughter filled the hospital room, causing Aiden Webb, who was standing at the door, to pause.

He halted the hand that was about to open the door and walked away.

He quietly waited until Carter and Mimi left, and then he appeared.

After seeing the two off, Moira Young was about to lie down and rest when there was a knock at the door.

She exhaled slightly and smiled: "Come in."

"Feeling better?" Aiden Webb walked in carrying a lunch box, his gaze now less cold than before, holding a touch of warmth.

"Senior, you’re here, please have a seat." Moira Young was surprised and delighted; she had known earlier that it was Aiden Webb who had donated blood to save her from danger.

Aiden Webb was now not only her senior but also her life-saving benefactor.

She heard that Aiden Webb was weak for several days after donating blood to her, so he had been resting at home these days.

"Judging from your complexion, you seem much better." Aiden Webb saw Moira Young’s rosy cheeks, much improved from when he first saw her, and his hanging heart slowly settled.

Moira Young chuckled: "Thanks to you, I’m fine now."

Aiden Webb didn’t speak, instead slowly opened the insulated container, took out the golden chicken soup, and handed it to Moira Young.

The fragrant chicken soup instantly awakened Moira Young’s cravings, as she reached out to receive it, she suddenly noticed her hands, tightly wrapped in bandages without any gaps, and looked at Aiden Webb slightly embarrassed.

"Open your mouth." Aiden Webb instantly understood her meaning and personally fed the chicken soup to Moira Young’s lips.

This was the first time Aiden Webb and Moira Young had interacted so intimately, both felt natural and not awkward at all.

However, Laura Lowe, who came in with Aiden Webb, nearly jumped in anger seeing the scene.

"Senior, this chicken soup is really delicious." Moira Young closed her eyes in happiness, completely absorbed in the rich chicken soup.

This chicken soup was even better than Mrs. Miller’s cooking by three levels.

"Of course, our master’s culinary skills are not comparable to ordinary people." Laura Lowe pushed the door open, looking at Moira Young with disdain.

Moira Young didn’t lift her head, she slowly spoke after drinking the chicken soup fed by Aiden Webb: "And you are?"

"Miss Young, you really are forgetful with your many acquaintances, I remember introducing myself to you last time..."

"I’m sorry, but I don’t remember insignificant people." Moira Young interrupted before Laura Lowe could finish speaking.

The words she said made Laura Lowe’s face visibly change color.

"Miss Young, really well-mannered." Laura Lowe sneered twice.

"Of course not as well-mannered as a person of your age." Moira Young quickly retorted.

She was never one to be bullied easily; Laura Lowe obviously had hostility towards her, and she saw no need to be courteous to her. If it weren’t for the fact that Laura Lowe was with Aiden Webb, she would have directly told her to get out.

Laura Lowe didn’t expect Moira Young to be so sharp-tongued; she had underestimated her before.

Just when she was about to speak again, Aiden Webb’s icy voice came to her ears: "If you don’t want to stay, then leave."

"Master..."

"Did I not make myself clear?" Aiden Webb’s cold eyes swept across, his terrifying gaze making Laura Lowe involuntarily take two steps back.

Laura Lowe pressed her red lips, wanting to say something but was again scared off by Aiden Webb’s icy gaze.

She glaringly glanced at Moira Young and slammed the door heavily as she left.

Moira Young watched the door that was slammed shut, swaying back and forth, and clicked her tongue: "Your subordinate’s temper is quite fiery."

"Sorry about that." Aiden Webb curled his lips into a light smile and gently fed another spoonful of chicken soup to Moira Young.

"No need to apologize, I’m just puzzled why she has such hostility toward me." Moira Young tilted her head in thought; it seemed she had never provoked Laura Lowe.

Logically, they were not rivals in love nor did they have work-related competition, so Laura Lowe had no reason to adopt this attitude.

Aiden Webb saw her puzzled look and kindly explained: "She thinks I like you."

Moira Young heard this and instinctively waved her hand: "That’s impossible! Although you have been very kind to me, I don’t feel any romantic feelings from you."

Aiden Webb was indeed very good to her, but she wasn’t foolish, and she could clearly discern that Aiden Webb’s gaze towards her was like a senior caring for a junior, without a hint of admiration.

His gaze was entirely different from Julian Sinclair’s gaze.

"How do you know I don’t have romantic feelings for you?" Aiden Webb, seeing her speak so confidently, suddenly let his gaze shift, wanting to tease her.

Predictably, his words left Moira Young stunned; she awkwardly laughed twice: "Senior, don’t joke like that, how could someone as perfect as you like me?"

"Julian Sinclair can like you; why can’t I?" Aiden Webb said calmly.

"How can that be the same? I and Uncle have been like family since childhood..."

"Then why don’t you define his feelings for you differently?"

Aiden Webb’s back-to-back questions left Moira Young feeling startled and terrified; she parted her lips slightly before squeaking out: "Senior, you can’t actually like me, right?"

That can’t be!

Absolutely not!

If Uncle finds out, they’ll definitely end up clashing.

"What? Is there something wrong with liking you?" Aiden Webb’s face showed no emotion, yet his words continued to shock Moira Young.

She bit down on her lips, just about to speak.

Suddenly, Julian Sinclair pushed the door open, and following him was Adrian Grant.

"Un-Uncle." Moira Young jumped in surprise, reflexively calling out to Julian Sinclair.

Who knew Julian would ignore her, his cold gaze directly falling on Aiden Webb.

Moira Young inwardly lamented, this was bad; knowing Uncle’s temperament, he definitely wouldn’t let Senior Aiden Webb off easily, leading to an inevitable confrontation.

"You like her?" Julian Sinclair coldly looked at Aiden Webb.

Aiden Webb was not intimidated, even replying with a gaze colder than Julian’s: "And if I do?"

"Don’t think that just because you donated blood to Moira I won’t dare do anything to you." Julian Sinclair beckoned, and Adrian Grant behind him understood, pushing him closer to Aiden Webb, allowing their two gazes to meet at a closer distance.

"Even if I hadn’t donated blood to Moira, what could you possibly do to me?" Aiden Webb had never feared Julian Sinclair from the beginning, especially now, since Julian was a half-disabled man sitting in a wheelchair; if they were to physically clash, he would surely have the upper hand.