Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 428: Shocked

"Damn," Adrian Grant cursed regretfully, glancing over with disdain. He ran upstairs, grabbed his belongings, and quickly dashed back down. As he passed Julian Sinclair, he flipped him the middle finger and headed out the door.

Julian Sinclair chuckled, picked up his phone, and sent a red envelope to the man who had been brooding all night.

Downstairs, an angry shout echoed: "Julian Sinclair, you bastard." Seeing a five-cent red envelope on his phone, Adrian wanted to bury his head and cry.

At the Sterling family home, on New Year’s Day, Heath Sterling finally found a chance to get some fresh air.

"Bro, are you sure this will work? Won’t Aunt find out?"

Inside, Heath Sterling was conspiring with his cousin.

"Nope, just say we’re going out to play at that time," his cousin replied.

This cousin had an interesting surname, Sterling, but Heath always found it amusing and sometimes lazily called him Tanya.

The kid frowned, his little face full of concern, and Heath promptly flicked him.

"Relax, I’ll drop you off at the library and get you that art book you’ve always wanted," Heath said, smirking, negotiating terms.

Tanya hung his head, contemplated for a while, then extended his hand: "Deal."

"Of course."

They clapped hands to seal the agreement.

As they went downstairs, they couldn’t avoid being interrogated by Heath’s mom a bit, but seeing relatives and friends around, she ultimately relented.

"Take good care of your cousin and come back early for dinner."

Heath waved a hand, pushing his cousin outside: "I know, Mom, don’t worry."

The two exchanged a glance, suppressing excitement, and quickly ran out.

In the car, watching the boy’s jubilant face, Heath shook his head.

He had no idea how the Sterling family ended up with a little bookworm, who just loved reading books, and during vacations refused to even leave the house. Luckily, thanks to a strong-willed mom, his little aunt, who daily instilled the importance of balancing work and rest, they managed to get the little guy out of the house.

"Did you bring your phone? Got money?" Heath ruffled his cousin’s head.

The boy blinked in confusion: "Bro, can’t you pay with the phone?"

This left Heath speechless for a while, scratching Tanya’s nose before they ended this meaningless conversation.

Arriving at the city library, Heath delivered him inside, offering a few more reminders.

"If you’re hungry, remember to eat at the restaurant downstairs. Use my card, it’ll be fine. Call me if anything comes up. Don’t wander off, and don’t talk to strangers, understand?"

Tanya rose on his toes, patting Heath’s shoulder like an adult: "Bro, I’m already ten. I can manage. Go meet your girlfriend, good luck."

Heath laughed, shook his head, and affectionately pinched the kid’s chubby cheeks before leaving.

"I’ll pick you up this afternoon." With that said, they waved to each other and parted ways. At the service desk, Heath still wasn’t fully assured and turned back to instruct the staff briefly, who readily agreed.

"Thank you, I’ll be back as soon as possible."

"You’re welcome, Mr. Sterling. Our surveillance here is 360 degrees with no blind spots, accessible all day, so rest assured."

"Great, thank you so much."

After thanking the staff again, Heath left the library and drove to Moira Young’s apartment.

Meanwhile, Julian Sinclair had just pulled someone out of bed, helped her wash up, when the doorbell rang.

"I’ll get the door."

"No, I want to go with you." Moira Young clung to his waist, like an octopus wrapped around him.

Julian Sinclair found it amusing, indulgently lowered his head to kiss the person in his embrace, and led her out.

Nearing the door, Moira Young, feeling somewhat overwhelmed, flushed and slid off him.

The doorbell rang again.

"Ugh, I’m not going, not going," she said, quickly moving to sit on the sofa.

Julian Sinclair raised an eyebrow, walked a couple of steps, and opened the door.

Heath Sterling was outside, composing himself, when he noticed the door opening and plastered on a smile: "Moira, Happy New Yea..."

Desmond Sterling’s face slowly froze, furrowing his brow: "Why is it you?"

Julian Sinclair stood stoically at the door, feet slightly staggered to prevent Moira Young from seeing.

He coldly asked, "What’s the matter?"

Heath Sterling didn’t want to engage, preferring to see Moira Young, so he said nothing and tried to step inside, but Julian Sinclair wasn’t having it.

Meeting a long-standing rival, letting him in was impossible.

The two men stared each other down at the doorway, neither willing to give way.

Moira Young felt curious about why no one seemed to be coming in for so long. She was about to peek when she heard a "bang," fearing for Julian Sinclair.

"What are you doing?" The woman exclaimed, seeing the two men at the door locked in a fierce glare.

Julian Sinclair licked his lip from the sharp ache, and without warning, sent a swift and heavy punch towards Heath Sterling’s chin. The opposing man, who was about to respond, failed to react in time.

Stumbling back a few steps, when he saw Julian Sinclair aiming to shut the door, he wedged a foot against it, trying to swing a punch at Julian’s nose. The man had stepped aside, loosening his grip on the door, allowing Heath Sterling to slip inside.

Before Moira Young could say anything, the two men were already engaged in a fierce struggle, neither backing down.

"Stop fighting, stop it." She pleaded, trying to intervene, "What’s going on with you two? Heath, stop fighting."

Another "boom" resonated as the two men landed heavy punches on each other.

Heath Sterling suppressed the pain but refused to give up. What did this man want now that he was back? To make Moira Young upset again? With that thought, his gaze hardened, attacking the paused Julian Sinclair.

An eruption of emotions surged from his chest as Moira Young leaped forward, standing in front of Julian Sinclair. The man’s face darkened, stretched out his hand to catch Heath Sterling’s punch, and embraced Moira Young by the waist, inches away to avoid injury.

"Moira, what are you doing?"

"Moira."

The shocked shouts from both men echoed in the room.

Moira Young remained calm, disregarding the man behind, addressing Heath Sterling: "Heath, did you come here to pick a fight today?"

Heath Sterling felt his throat dry, opened his mouth but struggled to speak, silently shaking his head.

He wasn’t here to fight, he was just worried about her being alone.

"If not, go sit in the small kitchen area." The woman’s voice was authoritative, and Heath obediently turned and walked over.

With a stern face, she turned to the man behind her, biting her teeth, pinching his arm hard, causing him to furrow his brows tightly, lips pressed in pain.

"Does it hurt?"

His eyes full of aggrievance, he nodded.

"Serves you right. If you know it hurts, stop fighting. Sit on the couch," she said, about to leave.

Julian Sinclair glanced casually at the man sitting in the small kitchen, raised an eyebrow, and tugged Moira Young’s arm: "Where are you going?"

"To play nurse." She replied coldly and indifferently, shaking off his hand, and went to find the medicine kit.