Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 64: Part-Time Work

Moira Young nodded, she just wanted to make her life less conspicuous as soon as possible, "I mean what I say."

"I want you to be my girlfriend, do you agree?" Heath Sterling took a step forward, smiling, waiting for her answer.

"Wha... what?" Moira Young was completely caught off guard by his request, a chill ran down her spine, her voice instinctively raised several decibels, and she took several steps back.

"Don’t worry about it, you already agreed to me just now, you can’t go back on your word." Heath Sterling saw her face turn pale, knowing he had somewhat scared her, but now that there was an opportunity, he wasn’t willing to let it slip by.

"Moira Young, from now on, you are under my care." Heath Sterling became serious, but on the surface, he was still smiling as if joking.

When he learned of Moira Young’s situation, he made up his mind to watch over and protect her.

Two years ago, during that incident, he didn’t have the ability to protect her; he even broke his leg, all because he was too young.

But things were different now; since he seriously started racing, his circle had expanded, and he had seen more of the world. He believed he now had the ability to protect her, and even provide for her.

"I think regular people can’t afford to support you, so why don’t I just take care of you?" Heath Sterling’s eyes unconsciously glanced at Moira Young’s bag, suddenly feeling he might have exaggerated, awkwardly swallowing, wondering how many championships he’d need to win just to afford her a bag...

"Heath Sterling, can you not joke around, I’m talking about something serious." Moira Young followed his gaze, looked at her bag, and then awkwardly moved it behind her.

Heath Sterling’s eyes flicked, asking, "You want me to be serious?"

Moira Young knitted her brows, trying her best to stay clear-headed under Heath Sterling’s reckless words, not getting caught up in them.

"Alright, then I’ll be serious." Heath Sterling didn’t say anything more, turned, and walked away.

Moira Young stood there, confused, watching his departing figure. Before the conversation was even done, he just left?

Forget it, she let out a long breath, and after a while, started walking back to her dormitory.

On the way, under every tree, there was a mini-speaker playing cheerful symphonies, and listening to them, Moira Young felt her heart calming down.

"This is Arden University Radio Center, I’m your senior Xiao Xin. Just now, a first-year student suddenly came to tell me that he wanted to confess to a girl. As a single senior for four years, I completely support this freshman, and now—"

"Haven’t you said enough?" Heath Sterling’s voice vaguely came through, followed by a sound of interference with the mic.

Moira Young immediately stopped in her tracks, shocked, looking at the small speaker by her feet, a very bad premonition rising in her heart. What on earth was Heath Sterling going to do!

"Hello everyone, I’m Heath Sterling." Heath Sterling’s pleasant voice came from the small speaker.

"From now on, Moira Young will officially be my girlfriend. Anyone who dares to bully her again will have to deal with me, Heath Sterling!"

"Click—" the sound of the mic button being turned off, the entire campus suddenly went utterly silent.

Moira Young’s cheeks flushed, her nose tingled, and tears almost fell. The more she wanted to hide in a corner and remain unnoticed, the more things went against her wishes.

She couldn’t understand why Heath Sterling wouldn’t consider her feelings, why he had to make her a target?

"Moira... Moira Young!" Lisa Webb saw from afar that Moira Young was standing motionless by the roadside.

Moira Young turned her head.

"Are you really with Heath Sterling?" Lisa Webb asked, a bit puzzled.

"No." Moira Young denied it unequivocally, without a second’s hesitation.

"I heard from Paige Quinn that it seemed Thea Thorne was Heath Sterling’s girlfriend. Did they break up?"

Moira Young hadn’t expected Lisa Webb, who seemed only to care about studying, to be so gossipy about such things, and her good impression of her was immediately halved.

"I’m heading back to the dorm." She didn’t want to answer.

Lisa Webb watched Moira Young leave, her eyes narrowing slightly behind her glasses. She hugged her books tighter, her grip silently intensifying, wrinkling the books.

Moira Young approached the dormitory door, hearing the sound of something breaking inside and Paige Quinn’s comforting words to Thea Thorne.

At that moment, Moira Young felt utterly worn out, a bittersweet feeling spreading within her, prompting her to turn and leave. For now, she didn’t want to step through that door.

Moira Young walked to the entrance of the girls’ dormitory, found a secluded bench to sit, and inadvertently saw a job notice on the bulletin board beside her.

It was a barbecue restaurant hiring student part-timers and paying hourly.

Moira Young’s gloomy mood instantly lifted halfway, and with a sense of expectation, she went to the restaurant.

The person interviewing her was a female manager, everyone called her Manager Liu.

It wasn’t really an interview, just familiarizing her with the store’s environment and telling her what she needed to do.

Manager Liu glanced at Moira Young’s bag, couldn’t help but ask, "Can you do what I just said?"

Moira Young nodded, even though she was uncertain, she had to do it for her livelihood, "I can."

"That bag, is it fake?" Manager Liu couldn’t help but glance several more times. The bag Moira Young carried was a globally limited edition, something that only appeared in magazines to ordinary people.

Moira Young paused, a little awkward, moving her bag further behind her, cautiously replying, "It’s fake."

Manager Liu didn’t comment further, then waved her hands and went back to her office. Moira Young hurriedly followed.

"When can you start work?"

"I can start anytime." Seeing hope, Moira Young immediately responded.

"Great, there’s a corporate event tonight. You need to pay a 100-yuan deposit to get a uniform, and clock in for work at six."

Manager Liu handed her a part-time job entry form, "Fill it out completely."

Moira Young was thrilled; this was her first job. She filled in her information and showed it to the manager.

"Moira Young?" Manager Liu read her name, frowned, and her expression shifted immediately.

"Why didn’t you fill in the emergency contact information? Didn’t I ask for it to be complete?" Manager Liu’s tone wasn’t pleasant.

This question hit a nerve with Moira Young. She tried hard to smile, appearing unaffected.

"I’m an orphan."

"Having such a father, being an orphan would be better." Manager Liu snorted sarcastically, "Alright, pay up, get your uniform."

Moira Young was overwhelmed with emotions, hesitant to speak, and as she saw Manager Liu about to get up and leave, she immediately said, "Manager Liu, I don’t have the deposit. Can I deduct it from my wages?"

"You don’t even have a hundred yuan?"

The scholarship Moira Young received, covering four years of tuition, refunded her freshman fees, but the refund went directly into her father’s account, not hers. Where would she get the money...

Even her breakfast was just a small bread she brought from the Porter family.

"Please, Manager..." Moira Young looked at her pleadingly.

Manager Liu didn’t make it difficult for her and nodded in agreement.

Moira Young went to get her uniform and changed. She put her bag in a locker. The changing room was very small, only enough for one person to stand, and was coed, with clothes randomly placed around.

Not being used to her clothes touching others, after some hesitation, she folded her clothes and forcibly stuffed them into her bag.

Seeing it was almost six, she hurriedly left the changing room, nervously waiting for work to begin.

The corporate group had already been seated. Since Moira Young was new, she wasn’t assigned much. But as it got busier, she was asked to clear the empty plates from tables.

Moira Young carefully removed the empty plates from one table but accidentally knocked over some beef that was on top.