Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 326: Sore Spot

However, she somehow hit a nerve with Julian Sinclair, who suddenly intensified his tone: "Moira, have you already forgotten what you promised me before? Once you’ve said it, you have to do it. What do you think?"

Moira Young was stunned, taking a while to come to her senses, and incredulously said: "Uncle, are you scolding me?"

Julian Sinclair’s sharp eyebrows slightly furrowed, with no intention to back down.

Moira Young’s eyes immediately turned red uncontrollably, filled with grievances, she bit her lower lip and suddenly turned her head to run toward the room, slamming the door shut.

Watching her angry back, Julian Sinclair instinctively lowered the hand he had raised, his expression unclear.

Julian Sinclair actually scolded her, his tone was as cold as the winter night’s chill, making her afraid.

Moira Young sat on the bed angrily, occasionally hitting a soft toy, her eyes often darting to the tightly closed door, her mouth pouting.

Whether he heard her inner voice or not, the next moment, there was a sudden knock on the door, Julian Sinclair’s voice was somewhat low: "Moira, open the door."

The harsh words were devoid of any softening tone.

Moira Young’s initial anticipation disappeared completely, feeling even more blocked.

Julian Sinclair had never used such a tone to coax her before, especially since she wasn’t wrong about the matter today!

The more Moira Young thought about it, the angrier she got, so she buried herself under the pink quilt without saying a word.

This room was specially prepared for her, with decor matching her tastes.

Smelling the sunlight scent in the air, Moira Young was more determined to ignore Julian Sinclair, and as if because of the lack of response, there was no more knocking on the door from outside.

Julian Sinclair slowly retracted his curled fingers, a trace of regret flashing across his handsome face, realizing the little girl’s rebellious intent.

He paused but couldn’t bring himself to apologize further, eventually turning away and leaving to go back to his room.

Huddled under the quilt, Moira Young peeked out her head, blinked a few times, and after a long while, gradually fell asleep.

The next day, she was awakened by Mrs. Miller’s gentle knocking on the door.

Moira Young instinctively reached to her side, but touched nothing but empty space, and her not fully functional brain became clearer, and memories slowly returned.

It seemed she slept alone last night.

Feeling a bit disappointed, she ruffled her messy hair, then sluggishly slipped on her slippers and opened the door.

Outside the door, Mrs. Miller had already neatly combed her hair, looking tidy and clean.

Seeing Moira Young, she smiled and said: "Miss, the sun’s already shining on your bed, still not getting up."

"Is it?" Moira Young instinctively glanced towards the window, and sure enough, a few golden rays of light shone through the gap of the not fully closed curtain.

She quickly retracted her gaze and weakly changed the subject: "Mrs. Miller, has Uncle gotten up yet?"

Mrs. Miller, understanding her thoughts, replied: "The young master went out early in the morning, Miss should wash up quickly and come for breakfast, I made your favorite crispy pickles."

Moira Young silently swallowed the words "I won’t eat", nodded, and then headed towards the washroom, while Mrs. Miller shook her head and began setting bowls on the dining table.

Not long after, Moira Young changed her clothes and sat at the dining table, where Mrs. Miller served her a bowl of fragrant lean meat porridge.

Moira Young took a sip, closing her eyes happily, even reducing her anger with Julian Sinclair, but before she took another sip, Annie’s call came.

Moira Young paused for a moment but picked up the call. As soon as she connected, Annie’s eager voice came through: "Moira, are you there?"

Moira Young blinked, her mind filled with questions, she softly asked: "Sister Annie, is something up?"

"It’s me." Annie seemed pleased with her attitude, "Moira, do you have time now? Can we meet? I have something urgent I need your help with."

Afraid of being rejected, Annie paused and pleaded: "Moira, I promise it’ll just be a short bother, not too long, can you help Sister Annie?"

With a slight sob at the end, Moira Young gripped her phone tightly, hesitated a long time, and then said: "Where at?"

"Near your house." Annie excitedly gave an address, and as if afraid she would change her mind, quickly hung up.

Moira Young slowly chewed on a piece of crispy radish, while Mrs. Miller frowned: "Miss, did someone ask you out?"

Moira Young softly replied, and Mrs. Miller couldn’t help advising, "Miss, it’s better not to go out now, didn’t the young master give you instructions?"

"It’s fine." Moira Young, cheeks puffed up, wiped her mouth with a tissue, explaining, "She said the place is not far, Mrs. Miller, I’ll just be quick."

As she spoke, she grabbed her phone, ready to head out, and Mrs. Miller opened her mouth but didn’t stop her further.

Annie had set the spot at a well-known café in the villa area, and when Moira Young arrived, Annie was already seated.

She wore a fitting dress, with a bit of fatigue on her beautiful face, yet remained gentle.

Seeing Moira Young’s figure, Annie waved a hand: "Moira, I’m here."

Moira Young slightly lowered her head, walked over without thinking much and asked: "Sister Annie, what happened that you’re in such a hurry?"

Annie was stunned for a moment, her melancholic eyes suddenly glossed over with tears, without much cover, and just as Moira Young was about to sit, Annie suddenly knelt before her.

The sudden gesture instinctively made Moira Young take a step back, drawing the attention of the café’s patrons towards them.

Moira Young’s expression became serious: "Sister Annie, what are you doing?"

Annie avoided eye contact, her voice with a sob: "Moira, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I know I was wrong, can you forgive me?"

Forgive her? Forgive her for what?

Moira Young was confused, the uneasy feeling in her heart growing stronger, yet she couldn’t grasp the reason.

Instinctively, she wanted to help Annie up, but Annie discreetly avoided her touch.

"Sister Annie, you..." Moira Young hadn’t finished speaking when the sound of a camera clicking suddenly echoed in her ears, and she realized they were surrounded by people at some point.

Voices of discussion continuously reached her ears.

"Look, they both look familiar, aren’t they Moira Young and Annie?"

"It’s them. Why is Annie kneeling on the ground? I just heard something about forgiving her."

"Tsk tsk, are they acting out some bullying scene? I didn’t expect Moira Young to be like this, the entertainment industry is really deep."

Annie started to panic, shielding her face and hiding to the side, seemingly confirming their speculation, and the whispers grew louder.

Moira Young’s face immediately paled, biting her lip, she didn’t have time to think and fled in a panic.

She ran fast, not daring to look back at all.