Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 367: Ruthless

The waiter relaxed and took a few glances, realizing the two indeed looked quite similar, then smiled and said, "Sorry sir, it wasn’t intentional to doubt you, it was just a form of protection for the lady."

After all, although crime in Vesperia is low, there are still countless people seeking revenge.

Noticing Julian Sinclair’s impatience, the waiter didn’t conceal much and briefly said, "That lady was just taken away by another gentleman. Their relationship seemed like a couple, maybe he’s your sister’s boyfriend."

Hotel, Presidential Suite.

Julian Sinclair half-carried Moira Young to close the door.

Since returning to the country, her weight had hardly increased, light as a feather, which was worrying.

Julian Sinclair’s expression darkened involuntarily, but the drunken Moira Young didn’t notice, staring at him with misted eyes.

Julian Sinclair rasped, "Moira, you should sleep."

Their relationship is special now; they can’t make a wrong decision.

Otherwise, she’d regret it once she woke up.

"But I want to be with Uncle, doesn’t Uncle want me?"

Her eyes sparkled with starlight and some caution, causing Julian Sinclair’s heart to tighten suddenly, spreading a dense pain.

He asked in a lowered voice, "Moira, will you regret it?"

"No," Moira Young shook her head like a rattle-drum.

How could she regret it? Uncle is the best Uncle in the world.

No matter what Uncle did to her, she wouldn’t regret it.

Thinking of this, Moira Young nodded seriously once again.

And her words seemed like the last straw that broke the camel’s back.

Indulgence beneath the warm canopy for a night of wildness.

The next day.

When Moira Young woke up, the space beside her was empty, the man’s figure gone.

Her hangover made her head throb, seemingly drowning all of yesterday’s memories without a trace.

But Moira Young was no longer a naive girl; with those clues, how could she not understand what happened?

Yesterday, she was with someone else...

Paling, Moira Young hardly dared to think further; she forced herself to get up and was about to put on yesterday’s clothes when she saw the clothes on the side table.

Clean, clearly women’s wear, and there was a note on top.

Moira Young looked over in horror, seeing the incredibly familiar, flamboyant handwriting.

She breathed a sigh of relief, returning from hell to heaven.

It was Julian Sinclair’s handwriting; last night, she wasn’t with anyone else but Julian Sinclair!

The relief after the disaster made Moira Young’s body tremble. She glanced quickly at the information on it, donned her clothes, bit her lip suddenly, and began searching the large suite.

Although Julian Sinclair said he had already left, what if?

She wanted to know what exactly happened yesterday.

Driven by stubbornness, Moira Young searched the entire room, even peering under the bed.

But there was no sign of him, none at all.

It was like he appeared from thin air and vanished the same way, not allowing her a chance to see him at all.

Moira Young sat disappointedly on the sofa, and suddenly, the phone left aside rang; as soon as she answered, Joe’s anxious voice came through: "Moira, Moira, why didn’t you come back last night, are you okay?"

"I’m fine," Moira Young opened her mouth, her voice hoarser than usual, she coughed and explained proactively, "I just woke up, my throat’s not feeling well, it’ll be fine soon."

Joe didn’t believe her: "Your throat has never been this hoarse, are you feeling unwell again?"

Upon saying this, Joe couldn’t help but pace back and forth.

In hindsight, she wished she hadn’t let Moira be alone yesterday.

After a pause, she resolutely spoke, "Moira, where are you now? I’ll bring some throat lozenges for you."

Moira: "..."

Should she say it’s all because of Julian Sinclair?

The thought flashed by and was quickly suppressed, Moira Young said helplessly, "Alright, pick me up later at the café in the center, and bring me some breakfast."

"Okay." Joe agreed affirmatively, then hung up.

In the hotel room, Moira Young sat dazedly on the floor, curling her legs and burying her face between them, sobbing quietly.

It seemed like today’s morning in Vesperia also changed with the mood, unlike the sunny and pleasant days a few days ago, now there was a hint of gloomy grey.

Moira Young cried, her voice hoarse, murmuring Julian Sinclair’s name repeatedly, hoping that saying it over and over would somehow bring him back.

Could it be that she and Uncle are truly reaching a point where they no longer care about their past bond, that they can no longer stand the sight of each other? But they had just... done such things last night, yet he didn’t even want to see her. Moira Young thought, feeling suffocated, pressing her right hand tightly against her chest, the aching causing her to shiver.

Julian Sinclair, indeed, he is heartless to her, Moira Young!