Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 44: Concern

"Sir?" Butler Liu noticed Julian Sinclair seemed distracted and quietly asked, "Should the final plan be moved up?"

Julian Sinclair gathered his thoughts; the thing he least wanted to think about still had to be thought about. Everything he painstakingly designed was for revenge, to shatter Arthur Whitman’s mask in front of the public, to ruin his reputation, making him a despised fraud.

He had gathered plenty of evidence, but Arthur Whitman’s perfect image was deeply entrenched in people’s minds, and those things weren’t enough to completely destroy him.

Julian Sinclair’s trump card, his most crucial tool, was Moira Young.

"Soon." Julian Sinclair knew the moment was ripe for the perfect ending, yet he always felt Moira Young was not yet capable of surviving on her own.

Once the plan was completed, everyone would know who Moira Young was, and everyone would view her with prejudice. She would lose everything she had, and her life would turn to darkness.

Julian Sinclair couldn’t bear it.

But he had no choice. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Just then, Julian Sinclair’s phone suddenly rang; it was Moira Young calling. Julian Sinclair glanced over but had no intention of answering the call.

Understanding, Butler Liu answered the call and put it on speaker.

"Miss, the master is still busy."

"Can you give him the phone? I want to hear him say a few words, otherwise I’m worried." Moira Young’s anxious voice reached Julian Sinclair’s ears.

"Once the master finishes, he will call Miss back."

"Alright then, tell him not to overexert himself, health is most important. I’m waiting for him at home." Moira Young said and then hung up the phone.

Hearing Moira Young’s soft and obedient voice, Julian Sinclair’s icy eyes suddenly melted like water.

The person who cared for him most in this world was going to be used by him so ruthlessly. In this world, everyone lived wearing masks, even himself.

And the only person with a pure heart was going to be hurt mercilessly by him. It’s so absurd.

"Keep watching, let me know immediately once there’s any movement." Julian Sinclair stood up from the sofa, exhausted in both body and mind. He hadn’t planned to return home, but hearing Moira Young’s voice made him hesitate and finally change his mind.

He wanted to see her.

Julian Sinclair drove back home himself. As soon as he entered, he found Moira Young lying on the sofa, asleep with a pillow in her arms.

He walked over and upon closer look, noticed tears on Moira Young’s face. Suddenly, his heart grew tender, and he reached out to touch her small face, full of distress.

Julian Sinclair didn’t expect her to worry about him so much.

Moira Young’s long and dense eyelashes fluttered slightly, her lips moved, faintly calling "Uncle."

Julian Sinclair’s concerned eyes suddenly added a layer of pain. He involuntarily leaned down, leaving a kiss at Moira Young’s eye corner.

Kissing away her tear marks, he felt her inner turmoil.

Moira Young sensed something unusual and opened her eyes, finding Julian Sinclair actually kissing her! Julian Sinclair would usually only kiss her forehead, but this time, he kissed her eye corners and face. Moira Young’s heart pounded intensely.

Her cheeks immediately turned red hot, not daring to move, until Julian Sinclair’s lips left her cheeks.

"Unc...Uncle..." Moira Young’s eyes widened in nervousness, clearly having done nothing wrong herself, yet feeling guilty as she spoke.

"Why aren’t you sleeping in your room?"

"I was waiting for you. How’s your injury? Is it serious?" Moira Young looked with concern at the injury on his forehead; Butler Liu wasn’t lying, it was indeed just a minor external wound.

Even though it was just an external wound, Moira Young felt it was very serious.

Julian Sinclair picked her up from the sofa, yet Moira Young uncharacteristically didn’t want him to hold her.

"Uncle, you’re injured, don’t hold me like this." Moira Young was somewhat shy, recalling Julian Sinclair’s manner of kissing her earlier, she dared not meet his eyes.

"What’s this injury?" Julian Sinclair didn’t let go; instead, he held tighter, his tone seemingly carrying a captivating frequency, "You’re mine, I’ll hold you however I want."