Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 357: Think It Over

He stopped the car and advised, "This is the spot. It’s not good for you if others see."

"Alright." Clearly, Moira Young had thought of this too, as she got off the car with her head lowered.

Heath Sterling drove off swiftly, and Moira Young finally pulled her suitcase and walked towards the gate. Before she could get close, Joe was already jogging over, waving vigorously, "Moira!"

Moira Young showed a faint smile, "I’m here. Did you bring the announcements? Let’s just go to my place and check them out."

"Sure." Joe nodded compliantly, taking the bag from Moira’s hand, and said with concern, "Moira, you look much better. Is there anywhere you feel uncomfortable? These announcements are a bit tight in schedule. I’m afraid you might not handle it."

They stopped in front of a nanny van, which had always been prepared for Moira Young, but due to her illness, it had been idle. Thankfully, it’s useful again now.

Joe skillfully sat in the driver’s seat, while Moira Young opened the passenger door and sat down. Joe was puzzled, "Moira, there’s a sofa in the back where you can lie down and rest."

"No need." Moira Young opened the folder, "We might as well use this time to talk about work."

She looked seriously, while the winter sun sprinkled on her clothes, as beautiful as a painting.

Suddenly, Joe felt heartache, "Moira, you can check them at home too."

Moira Young pursed her lips without speaking and didn’t stop, answering with her actions.

Joe had no choice but to cooperate.

In the following days, Moira Young was busy rushing from one announcement to another, flying from place to place, barely having time to breathe.

Finally finishing the last announcement, Moira Young collapsed onto the sofa, subconsciously hugging a fluffy pillow and rubbing her cheek against it.

Joe made her a cup of honey grapefruit tea and placed it on the table, saying, "Moira, don’t sleep yet. Drink it, it will make you feel better."

Moira Young didn’t move, and Joe personally went over, pulling her up, unable to help sighing internally.

Even Joe found this nonstop work unbearable, let alone Moira who was already in poor health.

Thankfully, the announcements were over, otherwise she would really be worried about Moira’s health.

Joe, though young, already had the heart of an old nanny and wiped away a tear of hardship.

On the other hand, Moira Young, who didn’t take care of her body, sat up reluctantly, taking a sip of honey water, the light purple shadow under her eyes made her face look even smaller.

Delicate and exquisite, flawless from every angle.

Joe pulled out her phone, preparing to take a photo for her daily Weibo management. Before she could tap into the homepage, her eyes widened in surprise as she turned to look at Moira Young.

Moira Young finished the last sip, not knowing what happened, and asked with her eyes.

Joe suppressed her excitement, "Moira, you’re trending."

Moira Young’s expression remained calm, "Good or bad?"

"It’s good. The response to the first episode of the program you recorded was very positive."

Joe said as she clicked on the trending words, a group of fans eagerly made various memes.

The more she looked, the more she couldn’t help but laugh.

Moira Young participated in a food show, where all she needed to do was eat and comment on food.

Moira ate a lot and looked good doing so, attracting a large number of older fans.

Joe handed the phone over with a smile, the screen filled with memes caught Moira off guard.

"Never try to snatch my food.jpg." 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"Ha, food.jpg."

"Mom, I’m so scared, someone actually wants to snatch my biscuits.jpg."

"Trying to snatch from Moira, you’re still too naive.jpg."

......

All were screenshots of her from the show, paired with corresponding captions, inexplicably humorous.

Moira Young’s expression darkened, speaking incredulously, "Is this really me?"

Joe stifled her laughter, "Yes, Moira, don’t struggle. Accept the reality."

"..."

Though she was someone nursing a broken heart, trying to calm herself through work, somehow everything seemed offbeat.

Moira Young frowned with distress, knowing it’s something she had to go through.

Lately, she was entangled in both positive and negative news, already quite known, but cooled off a bit due to going abroad.

Like a timber already soaked in oil, just a spark could ignite it fiercely.

Moira Young tapped the screen, "Ignore the positives. If anyone tries to steer the narrative, don’t let them succeed."

Joe noticed Moira seemed more mature, and nodded seriously.

Vesperia.

Julian Sinclair stared intensely at the computer screen, as if he would miss something crucial with a blink. Adrian Grant unknowingly wandered in, planning to give him a scare, but became curious and leaned over.

Seeing the person on the screen, he immediately understood, giving Julian Sinclair a look of exasperated disapproval, then helplessness.

Clearly, he can’t let go, yet insists on appearing indifferent.

Is it really fun for these two to torment each other? Hopefully, they don’t mess up in the end.

Time ticked by, but the man remained intensely focused.

"Ahem, Julian."

Finally, Adrian Grant cleared his throat, breaking the morning’s silence.

Julian Sinclair snapped the laptop shut with a click, asking calmly, "What are you here for?"

Pretending convincingly, if not for watching for so long.

Adrian Grant grinned, found himself a seat, and said impudently, "No need to pretend. Of course, for you, I’m willing to be a blind man who saw nothing."

See how understanding he is.

Adrian Grant felt satisfied, but under Julian Sinclair’s suddenly cold look, quickly regained composure.

He theatrically brushed off nonexistent dust on his clothes, saying, "Actually, I’m here today for Moira."

For that girl?

Julian Sinclair tapped his fingers on the table, his heart clenched uncontrollably, pausing for a moment before raising his gaze, "What’s happened to her?"

"Moira...," Adrian Grant dragged his words, continuing unhurriedly, "Nothing happened, I’m just a bit worried about her health, thinking of sending a doctor to take care of her. After all, she can be stubborn, what if she gets stuck on something...."

Distant water doesn’t quench present thirst; Moira Young is in a different country from them, even if the news is well-informed, it might not be handled immediately.

Her health isn’t good, having a personal doctor nearby is most appropriate.

Thinking of this, Adrian Grant couldn’t help but observe Julian Sinclair’s expression, but he saw him thoughtfully rubbing the edge of his laptop before finally saying, "No arrangements needed, just have people there pay close attention to her movements."

With her character, she wouldn’t like having a doctor with her all the time, especially... someone sent by him.

His dark eyes dimmed for a moment, Julian Sinclair pushed down all the turbulent emotions in his heart, his brow growing stern, "Any movement over there?"

"None." Adrian Grant shrugged, hinting, "But Julian, there’s an old saying, don’t ignore friends’ advice, or you’ll suffer the consequences. You should think it over."