Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 443: Off Guard

After thinking it over, Julian Sinclair decided to let Moira Young have her way.

She drank one can after another and even ordered the waiter to bring more drinks. Julian, worried that drinking on an empty stomach would upset her, had some hot dishes brought in and coaxed her, listening to her while slipping food into her mouth.

"Julian Sinclair, do you know how hard my childhood was? Even though I had a foster mother, my life wasn’t as easy as you all imagined."

"Hmm." He responded, and when she took a sip of wine, he slipped in a bite of food.

"Julian Sinclair, do you know I really hate them? Why did they bring me into this world and not care for me? Why did they abandon me? Why, boohoo, I really wanted to have parents, boohoo."

As Moira spoke, she wiped her tears and drank, while Julian continued his duty of being a "nanny."

After lamenting about her parents’ bitterness for a long time, Julian felt it was enough and stopped, focusing on the woman across from him, worried she might hurt herself in her drunken stupor.

She hiccupped from drinking, her cheeks flushed with a drunken glow, as she reached out to pinch Julian’s face, leaning in to look woozily, and said in a grievance, "Uncle, I miss you so much." She pouted and continued, "Why didn’t you come for me? Do you know how heartbroken I was? Do you know how scared I was? How could you be so mean and such a jerk?"

Julian’s eyes softened, and a smile lingered in his gaze as he allowed the woman to be tactile with him.

"Can you stop treating me like a pet? I’m not a pet; I’m your woman. I want to be your woman, not a toy you can call upon whenever you please." Then she shifted the conversation, "You never tell me anything, always making me guess and think on my own, boohoo. I’m really sad; I don’t want to follow behind you at all. You are just too detestable."

"The most detestable person in the world!" After that, she passed out from intoxication.

Julian felt a piercing ache in his heart, swiftly caught her in his arms, and kissed her flushed brow from drinking, "Hmm, the most detestable indeed."

Outside the store, the driver had already pulled up with the car. Seeing Julian holding her, he quickly opened the door. Once they were seated, the vehicle slowly moved forward.

Some curious onlookers peered out to see the car brand, gasping, "Tsk tsk, seems like the wealthy have their own troubles too."

At The Winslow Residence, laughter spilled out, filling the courtyard.

"Ah, only Lulu understands my heart. That boy, once he went out, he forgot to come back," Mrs. Winslow complained, patting Laura Lowe’s hand opposite her and taking another look at the cheongsam in her hand.

Laura smiled, "Ma’am, don’t say that. The young master just started the project over there. I even asked him myself, and he picked this color for you."

"Come on, don’t try to fool me. I know that boy’s taste. This cheongsam was definitely picked by you. Don’t always try to speak on his behalf," Mrs. Winslow chided, as Laura shyly revealed a hint of her little tiger teeth, which Mrs. Winslow found adorable. She pinched Laura’s cheek and continued, "I don’t even know what he’s busy with all day. We barely managed to talk him into coming back home on New Year’s Day, and now, in just a few days, he’s busy again. Now that the construction officially started, he’s even less visible."

Laura’s heart skipped a beat. Moira Young hadn’t left Aiden Webb yet. She pursed her lips, studying Mrs. Winslow’s expression, "Ma’am, are you referring to Moira Young as the sister?"

"Yes, that’s the girl you mentioned before. Later, Zachary said she seemed alright, and since they acknowledged each other as siblings, my husband and I let them be."

"Ma’am, you can’t allow this." Laura’s eyes widened suddenly, scaring Mrs. Winslow into asking, "What’s the matter?"

Laura quickly held Mrs. Winslow’s hand, "Ma’am, you don’t know. Moira Young has a poor reputation. The young master has definitely been deceived by her."

"Really?" Mrs. Winslow seemed a bit hesitant, "But Zachary said..."

"Oh, Ma’am, the young master is so focused on his work. How could he know about these things? He’s been fooled by Moira Young’s looks and obedient demeanor." Laura pressed on urgently, "You wouldn’t know it, but I overheard," she looked around and lowered her voice, "Moira Young called the young master brother to seduce him for publicity."

Listening to this, Mrs. Winslow’s face flushed with anger, "How could anyone be so malicious and cunning?"

Seeing her words had an effect, Laura secretly curved her lips into a smile.

"My foolish son." With a long sigh and pressing her lips tightly, Mrs. Winslow said, "Lulu, it’s fortunate we have you, or else our whole family would be in the dark. Gosh, I don’t even understand why he turns away from someone as good as you and looks elsewhere. Isn’t he bound to be tricked?"

"Ma’am," Laura’s heart was bubbling with joy, but she lowered her head, pretending to be shy.

"Ma’am, dinner is ready," Mrs. Miller came over to say.

Mrs. Winslow took Laura’s hand, "Today, you’re staying for dinner with me. Neither of those two men will be back, so thank heavens you’re here. Otherwise, I’d have to eat alone."

Laura nodded, obediently replying, "Don’t worry, Ma’am. Even though the young master isn’t here, I’ll always be by your side."

Moira Young, your good days are numbered. As long as Mrs. Winslow dislikes you, you can’t set foot in the Winslow family.

Meanwhile, far away on set, Aiden Webb had no idea that his hard-won change in his mother’s view of Moira Young had been disrupted by a few words from Laura.

At the Sinclair home, Moira Young finally woke up.

Indeed, the day after a hangover was incredibly hard. Moira Young felt like she was on the verge of collapse, her head pounding as if it would explode. She lay listlessly on the bed, reluctant to get up or even move.

The door creaked, and Julian Sinclair came over with a bowl of hangover soup. Noticing the woman curled up on the bed, he knew she was awake.

"Have some soup to sober up."

Moira turned away, curling up further. Despite her pounding headache, she hadn’t forgotten her annoyance from the previous day when Julian admitted he knew about her background. Sulking, she ignored him completely.

Watching her puff up like a hamster, Julian found it amusing. He picked her up despite her struggles, settling her on his lap, "Stop fussing, it’s hot." He spoke, and the person in his arms quieted down.

She wasn’t stupid; she didn’t want to scald herself and turn into a freak.

Reluctantly, she opened her mouth, face expressionless and eyes shut tightly, refusing to look at the person in front of her, waiting to be fed.

Julian blew on the spoon, feeding it into her slightly parted lips.

After several rounds, the hangover soup was finished. Noticing she was still opening her mouth, Julian suppressed a chuckle and lowered his head.

Moira Young suddenly opened her eyes, just in time, intending to shove the sneakily sly man. However, she saw Julian was already standing up, setting her back on the bed and picking up the bowl before heading out the door.