Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 429: Jealousy

Ever since Aiden Webb got injured last time, she prepared a medicine box at home just in case. She didn’t expect to really need it today.

Thinking of this, Moira Young sighed softly. What kind of situation is this? Why do these two start fighting every time they meet? Did they have a grudge from their past lives?

Little did she know, there’s a saying, "When love rivals meet, their eyes turn red."

Julian Sinclair is not wrong, nor is Heath Sterling. Julian Sinclair can’t stand seeing his little girl being coveted by another man, and Heath Sterling can’t stand Julian Sinclair’s come-and-go-as-you-please behavior. It makes him increasingly displeased.

When these two confront each other, a fight is inevitable.

The two men sat in separate places, both intently focused on Moira Young, occasionally exchanging glares, eyeing each other warily.

Seeing Moira Young come to him first, Heath Sterling glanced over: "Hmph, look, Moira cares about me first."

Julian Sinclair looked dismissive, raising an eyebrow: "Kid, you’ll be leaving soon."

Watching their silent exchange, Moira Young knocked on the table and said to Heath Sterling, "Don’t want to apply medicine?"

"I do, I do." Heath Sterling said, laughing, which pulled on his wound, and he grimaced in pain.

Expressionless, she let the man sit closer, took the medications, and began to treat his wound.

Meanwhile, Julian Sinclair stood by with his arms crossed, coldly staring at them, afraid to miss anything, his eyes sending icy warnings to Heath Sterling.

At this moment, Heath Sterling’s entire focus was on Moira Young, how could he care about any love rival? After a while, he started to speak.

"Moira, Happy New Year."

His eyes slightly downcast, looking a bit anxious, Moira Young sighed silently, calming down: "Happy New Year, Heath." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"How have you been these past two days?"

"Well, I’m fine."

Heath Sterling seemed like he wanted to say more, but Moira Young looked over and said calmly: "I know what you want to say, don’t worry, I’m clear about my choices."

After putting on a band-aid, she continued, "Once I’ve treated your wound, you should go home. Although it’s New Year’s Day, it’s always nice to stay with family."

Heath Sterling’s eyes lowered slightly, thinking of his cousin in the library and their earlier expressions, he smiled bitterly: "Alright, I’ll leave in a while, but he..."

"Heath, thank you for taking care of me before. But I’m very clear about what I’m doing. There are many misunderstandings between him and me, but they’re all cleared up now. As for the future, I haven’t thought much about it."

She thought Heath Sterling could understand her meaning, that matters of the heart are uncontrollable by anyone. In the past, she didn’t understand why Heath was so nice to her, but now she knew, and she couldn’t help but feel a bit awkward.

"Is someone coming to pick you up?" Seeing that Heath Sterling was silent, Moira Young asked again.

Nodding, Heath Sterling said: "I’ll make a call later."

While applying the medicine, Moira Young softly acknowledged, and for a moment, both were silent.

After a while, everything was done, and the two stood up.

"I don’t know if there are any more wounds, it’s best to check at the hospital, but how to explain it to Aunt will be another problem."

The two walked out into the hallway.

"No worries, I can handle it." He paused before saying, "Moira, I’ll be going now."

Moira Young nodded, ignoring the extending hand of Julian Sinclair who wanted to hold hers, and with a light smile, she saw Heath Sterling to the door, softly saying, "Heath, I’m sorry. You got hurt when you came."

One hand moved slightly, looking at the woman with a slightly guilty expression, he said earnestly, "It’s not your fault. Next time I come, don’t shut me out."

"Of course, no problem, I’ll pick a time when he’s not around. Don’t worry, I’ll give him a lesson then." Moira Young smiled, relieved that Heath Sterling didn’t mind.

"Quick, get inside," Heath said when he heard the elevator, "I’m leaving."

Moira Young nodded, watched him enter, and only after the elevator door closed did she turn and leave.

Inside the elevator, Heath Sterling looked at his hand that he wanted to use to pat her head, touched the small gift box in his pocket, and bitterly smiled, feeling his wound pull: "What’s happening, my heart hurts so much."

I’ve been trying so hard, never giving up on being the leading man in your world, but in the end, it’s still not meant to be.

He thought without Julian Sinclair, he’d have a chance, so he tried his hardest to be good to Moira Young, but she was always lukewarm, he couldn’t feel her happiness. But now, he could clearly see the look on Moira Young’s face when facing Julian Sinclair, her eyes filled with starlight, a brightness that hurt his heart.

It turns out she wasn’t unwilling to open her heart, he just wasn’t the one she noticed.

Heath Sterling leaned against the elevator wall, his hands weakly hanging down, with a heartache that nearly suffocated him.

Inside the room, the door closed, Julian Sinclair slightly lowered his eyes, listening to the approaching footsteps, suddenly stood up, and hugged the woman who was coming over.

"What are you doing, doesn’t your wound hurt?" Moira Young pushed out in a hurry, but the man’s arms were like steel, not moving an inch.

The man’s chin rested on her shoulder: "Why didn’t you apply medicine to me first."

She rolled her eyes: "Let go of me first."

The man was silent, holding even tighter.

"If you don’t let go, I’ll get angry, I’m serious, Julian Sinclair."

Seeing the woman’s face sink slightly, the man thought for a moment, then loosened his grip, switching to holding her wrist.

Reluctantly accepting, Moira Young took the medicine box beside her, pulling him down to sit.

"Sit still, apply medicine."

"You haven’t answered me yet," the man insisted.

Moira Young had no choice, leaned forward, and gave the man a sweet kiss, finally coaxing him to let go.

As she applied the medicine, she looked at the man’s colorful face and felt like laughing: "Why didn’t I give it to you first, don’t you understand being so smart."

Julian Sinclair pursed his lips and remained silent, his eyes never leaving the woman’s face in front of him, obediently.

"Dummy, between the two of you, who’s closer?"

"I am." The man quickly answered, without a moment’s hesitation.

"Exactly, he’s just a guest." Hearing this, Julian Sinclair’s face visibly relaxed, "He came to personally wish us a Happy New Year, and got a beating, shouldn’t I first appease him?"

As she spoke, she glanced at him, applied a bit more pressure with the cotton swab, venting a little anger.

"Ouch." Even though he exclaimed that it hurt, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, deeply pleased by the word guest.

"Hmph, you still know it hurts, serves you right." She wrinkled her nose, looking at him empathetically, but ultimately softened, "Try fighting again next time."

"Why did that guy come find you, how does he know where you live?" Julian Sinclair’s intelligence returned, asking full of jealousy.

Moira Young, feeling much at ease, softly said, "We used to jog together, he rents an apartment here too, so you could say he’s a neighbor. During the breakup, he looked after me a lot, honestly, if it weren’t for him continually encouraging me, I might have done something rash."