Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 368: Confrontation

Turning her face aside and pressing her hand against the floor, Moira Young took a deep breath, her face pale as she suppressed the bitterness in her heart. She closed her eyes, leaned on a nearby chair, and finally stood up.

After wiping away the tears from her face, she walked into the restroom, placed her hand under the sensor of the water pipe, letting the water fill the entire bathtub. After a while, she splashed some cold water on her face and submerged her entire face into the tank.

She lifted her head abruptly, just before suffocating, seeing her own reflection in the mirror with the face full of droplets, pale complexion, and reddened eyes, Moira Young rubbed her reflection in the mirror fiercely, took off the casually draped clothes, turned, and exited the bathroom.

After coming out, she tidied herself up briefly and then left the room. Standing at the doorway, her gaze was blank, emotions complex.

She tried hard to maintain a small face, feeling much more comfortable only after taking out a mask from her bag and putting it on.

After all, she was a public figure. If the paparazzi following her captured the news of her appearing at a hotel, it might stir up a storm online again.

Closing the room door, Moira Young had just adjusted her mental state when she saw a middle-aged woman with a managerial demeanor standing not far away.

Upon seeing Moira Young, the middle-aged woman approached her respectfully, pointing to an elevator not far away, saying, "Ms. Young, because you are a VIP of the hotel, you can use the exclusive passage."

Moira Young hesitated for a moment and asked, "Are you saying I am a VIP of the hotel?"

The middle-aged woman smiled and said, "Yes, Ms. Young, Mr. Sinclair has arranged everything before leaving, no need to worry."

Moira Young looked at her clothes and then at the smiling middle-aged woman, emotions suddenly becoming complex, with a hint of anger.

Thinking was so well-organized, yet people do not come out; what is this considered?

She couldn’t help but sneer and followed the manager out. The hotel’s arrangement was excellent, directly getting into a taxi upon coming out.

Just after getting out of the taxi, Moira Young’s phone screen lit up. She was about to pick up the call when someone called out to her from behind.

"Moira," Joe ran over worriedly, somewhat eagerly.

Last night, after being coaxed into disappearance by Moira Young, Joe knocked on her door before bed to see no one opened it. He used the room card and opened the door to find the room empty, which made him anxious. Hastily dialing her phone, getting no response, fearing she might run into trouble in a foreign land like Vesperia, Joe worried all night.

Seeing her not returning even early in the morning, Joe grew even more anxious, considering today’s filming task; he wondered what to do if she didn’t return. Dialing Moira Young’s number while running out of the hotel, he saw her just getting out of the taxi.

"Where did you go? Why are you only back now? You worried me sick. Did you have a place to stay last night?"

Seeing Joe starting his buzzing mode, Moira Young lightly pulled the corner of her mouth and said, "I had a place to sleep, I brought money. You don’t have to worry about me, I’m fine. You see, I’m back safe now."

Joe let out a long breath and continued, "Moira, next time don’t do this. In the country, at least I know where to find you. But here abroad, if you disappear, I’m truly blind, scared to death."

Saying this, he patted his chest, shook his head, and sighed, then took out some lozenges from his bag and handed them to her: "Here, lozenges."

Moira Young expressionlessly took them, opened one, put it in her mouth, and instantly felt much better for her dry throat.

After a long time, she finally reacted.

"Okay, I understand. I will definitely not make you worry again." Gathering some strength, Moira Young hooked onto Joe’s arm and spoke softly.

Feeling something was off with the person beside him, thinking about how Moira Young became listless overnight, and looking at Moira Young’s side face, Joe’s finally calmed heart became anxious again: "Moira, did something happen to you?"

Fragments of last night with Julian Sinclair flashed in her mind, Moira Young quickly shook her head, dragging Joe upstairs while pretending to be fine, saying, "What could happen to me? It’s just drinking too much and having a headache, waking up early today and wanting to sleep more."

"Is it really nothing?"

Joe turned his head to seriously examine Moira Young’s complexion and was covered by her hand: "Ah, I already said it’s nothing. Alright, I’ve arrived at my room. I’ll go in first."

Joe could only hurriedly say: "Then remember to tell me when you wake up, and don’t forget to eat, okay?"

Ignoring the jumping person behind her, Moira Young closed the door with a click, dropped the forced smile from her face, walked straight to the bedroom bed, threw herself into the soft silk quilt, kicked off the canvas shoes, wrapped the blanket, and rolled into dreamland.

Joe shook his head at the firmly closed door, already seeing something off about Moira Young, but knowing it would be in vain to ask. That was why he deliberately joked to cheer her up, sighed, and turned into the elevator.

He was not unworried, but he knew some things were beyond what he could say, and besides, Moira Young now needed her own space. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Professor Webb, good morning." Just exiting the elevator, Joe encountered Aiden Webb, who was walking in with a stern face, and sweetly greeted him.

Aiden Webb stopped, turned, and called out to Joe already behind him: "Has she returned?"

Joe hurriedly turned and nodded, avoiding continuing the conversation as he was about to enter the elevator. Quickly running up to him: "Professor Webb, you better not go."

Sighing as the person stopped to look at him puzzledly, Joe sighed again: "Moira just returned and immediately went upstairs to sleep. She just went up not long ago and is probably asleep by now."

Enduring the cold atmosphere from Aiden Webb, Joe rubbed his hands, hesitated a little: "Moira, she..."

"What?" Aiden Webb’s expression showed slight movement.

"Just when she got back, I noticed her face wasn’t looking very good, probably encountered something. I asked but she didn’t say. Maybe when she wakes up, you can ask, perhaps upon seeing you, Moira will talk."

Aiden Webb nodded, seeing Joe finished saying, turned coldly towards his own room.

He would definitely ask, not just because he is Aiden Webb, but more so because he is her own brother. Sneaking out for drinks at night, being taken away by someone and returning only now; Moira Young, you are quite something.

Returning to his room with a stern face, planning to interrogate her by noon.

"Are you awake?"

"Mm, didn’t you say to call you when I woke up." Moira Young replied while tying her hair and speaking into the speaker mode phone.

Joe felt embarrassed as he scratched his ear lobe; his artist was just too obedient: "Hehe, that’s good, that’s good."