Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 34: Vesperia

The next day, Moira Young got out of bed with dark circles under her eyes. It was her first time leaving home in so many years and her first time in a different bed, so she didn’t sleep well all night.

During the night, she constantly thought about going to find Julian Sinclair, but felt he must be tired too. To avoid disturbing his rest, she held on by herself.

"Moira, did you sleep well last night?" Julian Sinclair entered Moira Young’s room and saw her freshening up.

Through the mirror, he noticed her dark circles and immediately realized he hadn’t considered everything thoroughly.

"Uncle, do I still look presentable?" Moira Young whined a bit in a playful manner.

"Of course you do, don’t worry." Julian Sinclair reassured her.

Only then did Moira Young feel a bit more confident. She had always believed in Julian Sinclair’s words, never doubting them.

The wedding venue was somewhat distant from here. Since it was in the suburbs, there were no traffic lights, and the road was very smooth. Moira Young fell asleep again in Julian Sinclair’s arms.

When she awoke, the car was empty, but she was covered with Julian Sinclair’s coat.

After stepping out of the car and looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, she felt curious but also a fear of the unknown.

It seemed like a back garden, with no one around, and she didn’t know where to go. She could only wrap herself in Julian Sinclair’s coat and sit on a swing. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

She gently swayed back and forth, playing.

She was completely unguarded, to the point that she didn’t notice someone approaching from behind.

Suddenly, she was pushed from behind, and the swing, which was only swaying slightly, suddenly increased its amplitude. Moira Young instinctively grabbed the ropes tightly in a panic, fearing she might fall off!

"Who is it? Let me down!" Moira Young’s cheeks flushed in urgency; her heart felt a sensation of weightlessness, and she was quite scared.

"Where did you come from? Speak up! Speak and I’ll let you go!" An ill-intentioned male voice came from behind Moira Young, followed by mocking laughter.

"Let me down first, then I’ll tell you!" Moira Young wanted to turn around to see who it was but was pushed again, swinging even higher.

"My Uncle is Julian Sinclair!" She felt she was about to fall off the swing and could only shout out loud with closed eyes!

As soon as her voice sounded, the man indeed stopped.

Moira Young used her feet to try and stop herself from swinging uncontrollably; she frowned as she jumped off the swing, straightening her dress.

"So it’s you." The person speaking was tall and bore some resemblance to Julian Sinclair, but only at a quick glance. On closer inspection, they were completely different.

Moira Young was a bit annoyed; she already disliked talking to strangers.

"The girl Uncle adopted has always been kept hidden without being shown. Now, it seems he’s brought her himself, even without our asking."

"This Uncle’s stubborn nature is just like his mother’s!"

The man sneered, looking Moira Young up and down carefully, not noticing a few men suddenly coming around the corner.

"Old Six, you’re about to turn thirty, why are you still playing with kids!"

Seeing several people approach, Moira Young instinctively stepped back.

Listening to their conversation, they seemed to be very familiar with Julian Sinclair. She thought to herself, could these people before her be Julian Sinclair’s cousins?

The person called "Old Six" was Julian Sinclair’s sixth brother, Zayne Sinclair. He was only a month apart in age from Julian, so the elders always compared him to Julian, each time making him feel inferior.

He started off just passing by, noticing an extremely beautiful girl on the swing, and impulsively went over to tease her, never expecting that fate would stir and she would be Julian Sinclair’s person.

"Who is this girl?" Someone among them noticed Moira Young. Though she was constantly trying to hide, her conspicuousness made her easily noticeable.

"Uncle’s person." Zayne Sinclair intentionally dragged out the word "person" ambiguously.

Among the brothers, Zayne Sinclair disliked Julian Sinclair the most, so anything Julian had, he felt he must also have.

The brothers exchanged looks, glanced at Moira Young, and left without saying more.

Seeing everyone leave, Moira Young finally breathed a sigh of relief, almost scared to death earlier. After experiencing childhood and two years ago’s events, whenever she saw several men together, she felt an inexplicable sense of oppression and fear.

But for some reason, Zayne Sinclair suddenly came back.

"Come with me, I’ll take you to find Uncle."