Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 359: Beautiful

At this moment, it felt as if a giant slap landed hard on Ruby’s face, burning with pain.

"You’re mocking me?" She widened her eyes in disbelief and repeated, "You, a mere assistant, dare to mock me?"

Since entering the entertainment industry, she had never suffered such humiliation.

If she didn’t teach this little assistant a lesson today, she wouldn’t believe it!

Besides, Moira Young’s resting place was quite secluded, with no one passing by at all, so there wouldn’t be any allegations of her throwing a diva tantrum.

Understanding this, Ruby raised her hand without a second thought, her swift motion bringing a gust of wind, leaving Joe completely stunned, unable to react.

Moira Young’s eyes darkened slightly, and just as the hand was about to hit Joe’s face, it stopped steadily in mid-air.

Only then did Joe snap back to reality, stepping back hurriedly and anxiously shouting, "Moira!"

"It’s okay," Moira Young said calmly, then turned her gaze to Ruby, "Why are you hitting people? As a public figure, you should pay attention to your image, not act like a shrew. Or, could Ruby explain why you’re targeting me? I don’t think I’ve offended you in any way."

Ruby’s action had already broken the last layer of the window, tearing through pretenses.

Moira Young didn’t hesitate to ask.

Upon hearing this, Ruby’s face twisted again for a moment. She wanted to retract her restrained hand but found that although Moira Young looked small, she was surprisingly strong, giving her no chance to pull her hand back.

During the confrontation, Ruby’s forehead slowly turned red. Seeing this, Moira Young patiently asked again, "Can you answer my question? Why are you targeting me? And why hit someone?"

The consecutive questions completely enraged Ruby. She suddenly raised her other hand, her cold voice rising sharply, "Why? Moira, don’t you have a clue? You’ve taken all my commercials, and this lousy one left me with an unsavory sidekick role. You tell me why I’m targeting you? I not only want to hit her, but I also want to hit you."

Before she finished speaking, the sharp sound of a slap echoed in the air, silencing the atmosphere instantly.

Joe held his breath, blinking open his previously closed eyes, only to see Moira Young standing unscathed, her fair little face pristine.

Instead, it was Ruby, who had been brimming with rage, who remained on the spot, with a prominent five-finger mark on her face. She was evidently taken aback, staring blankly for a moment before covering her painful left cheek, trembling as she said, "You, you dare to hit me?"

"Why wouldn’t I dare?" Moira Young tilted her head and asked back, "You were the one who said you wanted to hit me first. Isn’t self-defense justified?"

She was no longer the little girl who needed Julian Sinclair to protect her from everything. A person must learn to grow; no one can protect you forever.

Just like how even her good Uncle turned his back on her in the end, abandoning her as he claimed.

Moira Young smirked sarcastically, her smile turning bitter as she continued, "I didn’t steal your commercial. I’m upright and honest, and the directors chose me, which can only indicate they value my potential more."

Similarly, she didn’t need to resort to underhanded tactics to vie for resources.

After speaking, Moira Young’s body swayed slightly.

Joe hastily supported her, glancing at Ruby, "I’ve recorded everything you said. If you think you’re in the right, go ahead and complain. We’re not afraid."

He purposefully emphasized the recorder hanging around his neck.

Ruby’s face turned red, then blue, then pale white, and she finally left with her head down in a rush.

Only then did Moira Young breathe out, sitting down in a chair, and Joe poured a cup of warm water from a thermos, "Moira, have some water to soothe your throat."

Moira Young didn’t refuse, only now feeling a bit weak all over.

She herself didn’t know she had such strength; indeed, human potential is boundless.

She stretched her body slightly, and not long after, a crew member called out, "Moira, it’s time to start the next round of filming."

Moira Young responded, took off her coat, and Joe looked like he wanted to say something but ultimately held back.

With Ruby’s deliberate obstruction gone, the filming proceeded exceptionally smoothly, wrapping up in just over an hour.

Moira Young tightened her winter coat around her, shrinking into it. Joe had long turned on the heater in the minivan, and the warm air tempered the cold.

Moira Young curled up on the sofa and closed her eyes, and Joe quietly asked, "Moira, are you going home or to the company?"

"Home. I’ll go to the company tomorrow," Moira Young answered briskly.

She had been catching up on schedules lately and hadn’t visited the company much.

She wondered how it had changed.

A hint of nostalgia emerged.

Moira Young pursed her lips, unable to resist drifting into sleep.

Joe silently slowed down, driving the car more smoothly.

The next morning, Moira Young was awakened by the doorbell. She rubbed her fluffy hair and opened the door in her slippers, greeted by the aroma of food.

Joe was holding steaming breakfast in his hand, waving at her, "Moira, quickly freshen up and have breakfast. It’s your favorite soup dumplings and soy milk."

Soup dumplings and soy milk?

Moira Young sniffed and asked, "From Suji?"

"No," Joe closed the door, hesitated for a moment before saying, "Moira, Mrs. Miller called me early in the morning and delivered it."

Thinking of Mrs. Miller’s incessant reminders, Joe couldn’t help but say, "She said for you to eat well, don’t overwork yourself, and rest when you can. She also asked me not to tell you that she made it."

Moira Young couldn’t help but be stunned, her expression momentarily dazed.

Throughout her life, besides Julian Sinclair, Mrs. Miller was the one who spent the most time with her.

She understood Mrs. Miller, and likewise, Mrs. Miller understood her.

Her excuses must have been long seen through by Mrs. Miller, but Mrs. Miller, out of consideration for her, never exposed them.

Moira Young suddenly felt her eyes tingle slightly. As she walked towards the bathroom, she said quietly, "Put it on the table for me. I’ll wash up and change."

"Okay," Joe responded brightly and began helping to arrange the soup dumplings.

A few minutes later, Moira Young emerged, dressed in a fitted sweater, her hair tied into a clean, neat bun.

Joe cupped his face, praising, "Moira, you’re really beautiful."

With such good looks and a great personality, it’s hard not to become popular.

Thinking it wasn’t enough, Joe continued, "Simply one of the most beautiful women around."

"You’re becoming more and more eloquent," Moira Young replied, slightly embarrassed, turning her head as she stuffed half a bun into her mouth.

Mumbling, "But I like it."

"Not at all," Joe feigned shyness, but his body honestly began tidying up.

After breakfast, Moira Young didn’t delay and headed directly to the company with Joe.

As soon as they entered the lobby and before they could go upstairs, they faced a female artist from the company.