Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 5: Qualification

Disciplinary Office.

Besides Moira Young and Director Tyler, everyone else had left.

"Moira Young, do you really plan to stand here all night?" Director Tyler checked the time, not wanting to drag this out with her, only staying because Thea Thorne’s mother had called demanding an explanation from the school.

"In any case, your parents will have to take responsibility for your actions."

As soon as he finished speaking.

The door to the Disciplinary Office swung open.

"She’s my girl. I’ll take responsibility." Julian Sinclair emerged from the darkness, his face as cold as an ancient iceberg, his dark eyes burning with flames of anger.

"You... you..." Director Tyler looked in shock at the kicked-open door and Julian Sinclair’s eyes filled with murderous intent, suddenly feeling a bit intimidated.

Moira Young, who had been trying to act tough, melted into tears in that moment, tears uncontrollably sliding down her cheeks.

She began to panic, fearful that Julian Sinclair would abandon her because of her mistake, just like her biological parents did in the past.

"Let’s go home." Julian Sinclair looked at Moira Young, his tone revealing no emotion.

"Are you the student’s guardian? Do you know that your child injured a classmate today? Though Moira Young has good grades, hitting people is still wrong and shows a lack of upbringing. The injured girl’s parents demand an explanation, you..."

Director Tyler’s words clearly touched a nerve and ignited the fuse of Julian Sinclair’s anger.

His aloof and noble back appeared even more distant under the cold white fluorescent light, making others shy away in fear.

He sneered, his voice cold to the extreme.

"No one has the right to demand an explanation from me!"

Once home, Julian Sinclair didn’t pay any attention to Moira Young, walking directly to his bedroom with a blank expression.

Moira Young bit her lip, her eyes wet with tears, and felt her heart being painfully constricted by an invisible hand.

This was the first time she had made Julian Sinclair so angry.

"Miss, go take a hot bath and get some sleep. Everything will be better in the morning." Mrs. Miller, the housekeeper’s wife who worked for Julian Sinclair, always had a soft spot for Moira Young. Seeing the child in such a sorry state broke her heart.

Moira Young nodded numbly and went back to her room.

However, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep. As it approached two in the morning, she decided, after much deliberation, to take her beloved Mickey and go to Julian Sinclair’s room.

The lights in Julian Sinclair’s room were already off; it was that time of night, and he was surely asleep. Moira Young quietly sneaked onto his bed, carefully lifting one corner of the covers and slowly slipping into the bed.

Julian Sinclair had a cool, fresh scent to him, which inexplicably calmed Moira Young.

She placed Mickey at the head of the bed, using an arm to gently wrap around Julian Sinclair’s arm, finally letting out a gentle sigh as a smile crept onto her lips.

Julian Sinclair turned over naturally, wrapping an arm around Moira Young.

Startled, she held her breath, afraid of disturbing him.

Moira Young greedily enjoyed the warm and comfortable embrace, enchanted by the pleasant scent on Julian Sinclair.

She couldn’t help but wonder if when Uncle hugged her like this, it felt like she hugged her favorite Mickey, inseparable and irresistible.

The next morning, Moira Young sneezed, likely having caught a cold from that bucket of water the previous day.

Julian Sinclair was in the bathroom showering, and Moira Young thought nothing of it, naively opening the door and walking in.

"Uncle, I think I caught a cold." She looked sleepily at Julian Sinclair reclining in the bathtub, his perfect physique clear amidst the thin mist in the bathroom, adding a puzzling atmosphere.

"Get out." Julian Sinclair sank slightly further into the water, never once looking at her.

Moira Young’s cheeks flushed immediately; her mind cleared in an instant, though she couldn’t understand why she felt this way now, when she hadn’t felt anything odd seeing Julian Sinclair’s body in past years...

"Get out!" Julian Sinclair’s brow furrowed with annoyance. Moira Young couldn’t see his expression, but she understood the commanding tone.

Her nose tingled with grief as she left in a rush.

Julian Sinclair must be angry about the fight yesterday and the trouble she brought him... Otherwise, her uncle would never speak to her like that, absolutely not...

She obediently sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard, curling her legs, and resting her chin on her knees—her go-to posture for finding comfort whenever she felt upset.

After a short while, Julian Sinclair emerged from the bathroom but didn’t say a word to Moira Young the entire time.

"Uncle, I’m sorry..." Moira Young suddenly burst into tears, got off the bed, and ran over to hug Julian Sinclair.

"I know I was wrong... I shouldn’t have fought with my classmate... shouldn’t have made you step out of your comfort zone..." She choked out her words amidst her tears.

"Please don’t abandon me..."