Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 39: Warmth

Moira Young was visibly moved when she heard the news, "Didn’t you guys agree to visit her house the day after tomorrow?"

"Did I agree to that?"

"You didn’t?" Moira replayed the earlier scene in her mind quickly. It seemed like Julian Sinclair really hadn’t agreed to go to her house.

Julian Sinclair nodded slightly, "Yeah."

"Are you in such a hurry to return to the country because you have an urgent matter?" They originally planned to stay here for two more days, but now Julian not only hadn’t agreed to his girlfriend’s date but was also eager to return home. There must be something up.

Julian was momentarily stunned; he hadn’t expected Moira Young’s train of thought to go in that direction.

"Perhaps." He felt like laughing but was also a bit helpless. The rush to return home was, of course, for her not to be upset...

Moira Young nodded thoughtfully, "You can’t rest well on the plane, so I’ll sleep a little longer."

"But Uncle, I still feel a bit cold. This big castle feels sort of eerie." As Moira Young spoke, she couldn’t help but shiver.

Julian suddenly remembered that the first thing she said upon waking was that she felt cold, and he immediately covered her with the blanket.

"Uncle, I’m still cold." Moira Young looked at Julian Sinclair a bit pitifully, lying in bed with only a small face sticking out, pouting unhappily.

"What will make you feel better?" Julian Sinclair felt a wave of emotion inside.

"Why not—" Her eyes darted about, suddenly showing a mischievous smile, "You cuddle with me to sleep!"

Julian Sinclair froze and smiled helplessly; his face, usually as precise as an ice sculpture, suddenly warmed, no longer cold or heartless.

He didn’t get under the covers but just held Moira Young from outside because he was afraid he’d lose control when faced with her coquettishness.

What Julian Sinclair hated most was losing control.

Gradually, they both fell asleep and slept until dinner time, only waking when a servant came to knock on the door.

Julian Sinclair led the still sleepy Moira Young to the dining room, where everyone was already gathered.

"Old Seven, we’ve just been waiting for you, soaking in the tender embrace of a beauty and not willing to come out, is it?" An older cousin’s taunt caused everyone to laugh.

Julian Sinclair was expressionless; though they were talking about him, he seemed completely unaffected.

Moira Young, however, wasn’t having it; she knew it wasn’t anything good from those words and was already a little timid. Now she didn’t dare lift her head to meet anyone’s eyes.

"Don’t blame Old Seven; who could resist such a beautiful young girl?"

"Exactly, Old Six did—" As soon as these words came out, Zayne Sinclair slammed the table in rage.

"Enough! Today is your uncle’s wedding day, and here you are making noise in front of the elders; what kind of manners is this?" Zayne Sinclair’s father couldn’t help but speak up, as this matter inexplicably dragged his son into it as well. Plus, there were many elders present, and the more it was talked about, the more disgraceful it became!

Julian Sinclair paid no attention; he focused on cutting the steak on his plate and then offered it to Moira Young.

"Uncle, are they your relatives? Why does it seem like they’re not very friendly?" Moira Young took advantage of the conversation and leaned over to whisper in his ear.

"In the face of interest, there are no relatives." Julian Sinclair replied coldly, with disdain.

"Take a good look; everyone here is wearing a different mask."

Moira Young, half understanding, carefully placed a small piece of steak into her mouth and cautiously used her peripheral vision to observe the surroundings, listening quietly to each person’s conversation.

"Oh, right, Old Seven, has this girl beside you been shown to Fiona Rhodes?" The Fifth Brother suddenly spoke, casting his words directly at them.

Everyone present was part of the Sinclair family and knew about his relationship with Fiona Rhodes. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"She’s met her." Julian Sinclair put down his wine glass and looked at the Fifth Brother.

"With that temperament of Fiona Rhodes, how could there be no drama?"

"Fifth Brother, it seems like your idea is a bit biased." Julian Sinclair was calm and composed, yet carried a trace of mockery.

The surrounding elders couldn’t listen any longer. They were older, conservative in thought, and couldn’t tolerate such talk, believing Fifth Brother’s thinking was too shallow.

Fifth Brother was stumped; he had originally thought he’d seized a chance to make Julian Sinclair embarrassed, but unexpectedly made himself a mockery instead.