Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 323: Sigh

When he said that, Moira Young became even more puzzled: "Uncle, I’m just going out for a meal, what danger could there be..."

"Fool, I’m worried about you, understand?" Julian Sinclair said helplessly, pulling Moira Young into his arms.

Although Moira Young didn’t know exactly what Julian Sinclair was nervous about, she understood that he meant well for her. Leaning quietly against Julian Sinclair’s chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, her originally somewhat angry mood gradually calmed down.

After all, Uncle just wanted to protect her well, so what right did she have to be angry?

After figuring this out, Moira Young took a light breath and said softly, "Uncle, I won’t do it again next time."

"Okay." Julian Sinclair seemed to relax too, seeing her obediently listen.

While having a late-night snack, Moira Young brought up Annie’s matter to Julian Sinclair, wanting to know his opinion.

After listening, Julian Sinclair put down his pen and said calmly, "The entertainment industry is indeed not as simple as you think, but with me here, you don’t need to worry."

"If one day, Uncle is no longer there for me, what should I do facing the chaotic entertainment industry now?" Moira Young fell into deep thought, the sparkle in her eyes disappearing instantly.

"Moira, have you forgotten what I said before?" Julian Sinclair’s eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a dangerous expression.

Moira Young was so unnerved by his look that she swallowed involuntarily: "Uncle, I was just speaking hypothetically."

"No hypotheticals." Julian Sinclair said irritably, patting her head, "You won’t ever think of escaping from my side."

"I know." Hearing Julian Sinclair’s domineering declaration of ownership, Moira Young couldn’t help but smile sweetly.

It was already deep into the night, and Moira Young had long been in dreamland, while Julian Sinclair was still busy in the study.

In the study.

Julian Sinclair was staring at the computer screen, his well-defined fingers gently tapping on the keyboard. His angular handsome face showed no expression, and his long, narrow phoenix eyes flashed with a cold light.

Only the sound of the computer beeping could be heard, and he quickly tapped on the keyboard several times, repeating this process a few times before finally frowning and turning off the computer.

Moira Young, who happened to be up drinking water, saw this scene. She originally wanted to approach and ask, but then saw Julian Sinclair stand up and take a box of cigarettes out from the drawer, lighting one up.

Moira Young’s eyes sparkled; it turned out Uncle also smoked.

Seeing Julian Sinclair’s serious and cold expression, she retracted her hand from the door and silently returned to her room.

Julian Sinclair did not sleep all night and went to the company early the next morning.

Moira Young lay in bed, listening to the sound of the door closing outside, and opened her clear eyes.

However, she had no desire to get up.

It wasn’t until half-past nine, when Mrs. Miller called her to get up for breakfast, that she slowly got up.

At the dining table, Moira Young hesitantly spoke while nibbling on toast: "Mrs. Miller, has Uncle been very busy lately?"

"Probably, young master has been leaving early and returning late recently. He wouldn’t have come back so early yesterday if it weren’t for the young miss going out alone." Mrs. Miller said as she poured Moira a cup of hot milk, her eyes full of laughter, "Is the young miss worried about the young master?"

Moira Young looked out the window, somewhat lost in thought, and after a while, she replied softly, "A little concerned, I wonder what he’s been busy with lately?"

Before when she was hospitalized, even though he would always make time to visit her, it was evident that they saw each other less than before, and since coming back, he’s been going to the company almost as soon as daylight breaks every day.

Has the company encountered some trouble?

"I’m not sure, but it shouldn’t be anything major, so you shouldn’t worry too much, young miss." Mrs. Miller shook her head, indicating she was unaware of Julian Sinclair’s matters.

"Is that so?" Moira Young took a bite of her toast, seemingly still unsettled.

Julian Sinclair rarely showed that kind of expression, and she had never seen him smoke before; things must be more troublesome than she imagined.

"Young miss, we can’t help with the young master’s matters, so all we can do is cheer for him." Mrs. Miller understood Moira Young’s concerns, and regardless of what was happening at the company, as long as Moira took good care of herself, the young master would have no worries.

Moira Young furrowed her brows lightly, not responding, as she suddenly recalled Julian Sinclair’s gloomy face while facing the computer last night.

Perhaps, starting from his computer might reveal something.

Only by knowing why he’s troubled can she find a solution.

By noon.

Mrs. Miller went out to shop, leaving Moira Young alone at home.

There wasn’t a sound in the entire house, so silent that even a pin drop would be audible.

She slowly stood up from the sofa, confirmed Mrs. Miller had gone far away, and tiptoed into Julian Sinclair’s study. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

A pristine white notebook computer lay quietly on the desk, yet she hesitated.

Julian Sinclair hated others touching his things the most, and if he found out, the consequences would definitely be severe.

But ultimately, she couldn’t resist her curiosity and stepped toward the computer step by step, stopping her fair hand on it.

Then, gritting her teeth and steeling herself, she quickly turned on the computer.

She thought she would see some secrets, but what appeared before her was the lock screen.

What’s the password?

Moira Young’s eyes swirled around, could it be his birthday?

She tried entering Julian Sinclair’s birthday, but the password was incorrect. She then entered Julian Sinclair’s name, but it was still incorrect.

She even tried her own birthday and name afterward, to no avail.

"What could it be?" Moira Young muttered to herself.

Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration, and the letters ME popped into her mind.

Could it be...

She swallowed hard, her trembling fingers typing ME, then adding her birthday.

Once finished, she softly pressed the enter key.

Only to hear a clicking sound from the computer, the screen quickly switched, and she was momentarily stunned—it actually unlocked.

She didn’t have time to be happy and quickly started searching on the computer. But there were too many files on Julian Sinclair’s computer; she’d been looking for quite a while without understanding anything.

Could it be...

It’s not a work problem?

Then what could it be?

Moira Young sat in the chair, sighing deeply. She rarely saw Julian Sinclair with such an expression, but if it’s not about work, it must be personal.

While thinking, a mail notification suddenly flashed on the computer.

She glanced at it, initially not wanting to invade Julian Sinclair’s privacy, but her hand holding the mouse involuntarily clicked open.

The email wasn’t signed, but the content inside left Moira Young pale with fright.

Reading these, she finally understood why Julian Sinclair prevented her from wandering around after she was discharged.

It turns out that during this period, Julian Sinclair’s father has been pressuring him to return to Vesperia, seemingly wanting him to reconcile and proceed with the original marriage arrangement with the Rhodes family.

Julian Sinclair naturally disagreed and argued on multiple occasions, but his father even used her to threaten him.