Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 349: Lost Track

Before Adrian Grant could finish speaking, Moira Young quickly interrupted, simultaneously lifting the blanket to bury herself tightly within it.

Her demeanor clearly resisted engaging in conversation with Adrian Grant.

Adrian, feeling helpless, could only softly reassure, "Moira, everything will get better. Your Uncle is not as heartless as you think."

"Really?" Moira’s laugh was cold from beneath the blanket, as tears disobediently slipped down her face. She pressed her red lips together, feigning strength, and only after a while did she steady her emotions enough to say to Adrian, "You should leave, I’m tired."

Whether she was truly tired or simply unwilling to speak, Adrian understood very well in his heart.

Since Moira didn’t want to talk more, continuing to pester her would only irritate her. So, he sensibly withdrew, gently closing the room door behind him.

The next day.

Adrian came as usual to care for Moira, only to find that after not seeing her for a night, the young girl had undergone a dramatic change.

Her small face was cold, seriously and earnestly looking at him: "Brother Adrian, take me back to the country."

"Are you sure?" Adrian slightly frowned, "Are you sure you won’t regret it?"

"Yes, I’m sure." Moira curled her lips in self-mockery, "Since I’ve cut ties with him, there’s no need to shame myself in Vesperia."

"Moira, things aren’t as bad as they seem; maybe your Uncle..."

Moira’s expression darkened slightly and she raised her voice a little: "What kind of difficulties could he have? Even if he does, having chosen this method, there’s no possibility between us anymore. You don’t need to speak for him. I’m serious; once I’ve broken up, I won’t look back." 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Initially, she too firmly believed Julian Sinclair had his reasons, so she repeatedly pleaded with him, repeatedly told him she was willing to face it with him.

But Julian rejected her, and his refusal was absolute.

His words were like daggers, mercilessly stabbing at her heart, leaving her in pain and bleeding.

This was his choice, even if he regretted it, it had nothing to do with her.

She had given him a chance, but it was he who had pushed her away with his own hands.

Thinking of this, Moira’s smile grew more bitter: "Brother Adrian, there will never be a future between us. It doesn’t matter if he was forced or threatened, I can never forgive such actions."

"Moira..."

"That’s enough, Brother Adrian, you don’t have to say anymore. I’ll ask you one thing: are you willing to take me back home? If you don’t want to, I won’t force you." Moira interrupted Adrian impatiently, not wanting to hear any more about Julian Sinclair.

Seeing her firm attitude, Adrian slowly nodded: "Fine, I promise you. But before that, you must first recover."

"Okay." Moira’s eyes showed determination.

From then on, Moira changed from her previous lethargy, starting to obediently eat, exercise, and receive treatment.

In just half a month, her health had gradually improved.

Though still skinny to the bone, she appeared to be much more spirited.

Finally, a month later, Moira was discharged from the hospital successfully.

On the day of discharge, she hurriedly found Adrian to book a plane ticket for her.

However, Adrian seemed to have unfinished business, so he assigned an assistant to accompany Moira back to the country.

Standing in the airport for her flight home, Moira gazed at Vesperia’s azure sky, her eyes strangely stinging.

Today’s farewell might mean never meeting again.

She shook her head vigorously, banishing the sourness from her eyes, replacing it with complete indifference.

He’s just a fickle jerk; why would she miss him?

At this moment.

In the Sinclair family’s old house.

Julian Sinclair stood before the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking up at the sky as blue as washed glass, his expression indescribable.

"Moira’s flight is taking off in just an hour, you’re really not going to see her off?"

Adrian raised his right hand to check his watch, reminding Julian.

"No." Julian casually closed the curtains and slowly walked over to the sofa to sit down.

After about two minutes, he suddenly stood up and walked out.

Adrian asked, "Where are you going?"

"To buy a cup of coffee."

Hearing this, Adrian couldn’t help but roll his eyes; if he was going to see Moira, he should just say so, rather than making up such a transparent lie about buying coffee.

Airport.

With only half an hour left until the flight takes off, Moira still sat in the waiting room, lost in thought.

Adrian’s assistant, Leo Whitman, gently reminded her: "Miss Young, it’s time for us to board."

"Is it?" Moira responded blandly, yet showed no intention of getting up, her clear eyes wandering as if expecting someone.

A few more minutes passed, and Leo reminded again: "Miss Young, we really need to board, or we’ll miss the flight."

Only then did Moira reluctantly pull her eyes away from the airport entrance, patting her skirt as if brushing off non-existent dust before slowly standing up.

Because it was first class, naturally it required a special boarding gate.

"Miss, your ticket." The boarding staff smiled warmly as they handed Moira her ticket, gesturing for her to proceed, "Please go inside."

Passing through the security line, Moira turned back again, yet still did not see the figure she hoped for.

Her eyes gradually dimmed as she shook her head with a bitter smile, thinking to herself: Moira Young, Moira Young, you said you wouldn’t look back, so what are you still hoping for?

Oh well, since he’s truly this heartless, let it be like they never met.

Moira turned around, striding into the inside waiting room, her face paler than ever, her eyes filled with unprecedented sadness.

However, Moira did not know that behind her, a pair of unwilling eyes were fixed on her.

Until her figure disappeared, that person remained rooted in place, staring in the direction of her departure for a full three hours.

Adrian glanced towards the direction where Moira had left, then at the man in front of him, and sighed softly, "What is the point of all this?"

A day later.

Moira Young smoothly arrived at the city’s international airport.

She set foot on her native soil, severing all contact with Julian Sinclair. Even his phone number had been blocked.

"Miss Young, where are you planning to go?" Leo chased after Moira with her luggage.

"You’ve already brought me back to the country, your task is complete, no need to follow me." Moira spoke softly to Leo.

Leo shook his head, "I promised President Grant, I must ensure you reach home safely."

Moira pressed buttons on her phone while responding, "No need, I need to stop by the office first."

"But..."

"No buts, my assistant will be here to pick me up soon, don’t worry." Saying that, Moira took her small suitcase from his hands and quickly exited the airport.

Leo still felt uneasy and followed, but the airport was crowded and with Adrian’s sudden phone call, he lost track of her amid the multitude.

On the other end of the phone came Adrian’s rich voice: "How’s it going? Did you safely see Moira home?"