Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 66: Caring

Moira Young returned to school and found that the entrance to the girls’ dormitory was blocked by a crowd. Not knowing what was happening, she decided to find a restroom to change her clothes. The barbecue restaurant uniform was irritating her skin, making her uncomfortable.

"Hey, look, is that Moira Young?" someone suddenly pointed in her direction.

Moira instinctively turned around to find that the group of people was looking at her, and then Heath Sterling walked out from the crowd.

Moira glanced towards her dormitory, frowning. Thea Thorne was standing on the balcony. Although she couldn’t see Thea’s expression, Moira could feel how much Thea hated her at that moment.

"Where did you go? I’ve been looking for you." Heath ran over and stood in front of Moira, then inexplicably turned his head following her gaze, "What are you looking at?"

Heath thought Moira was bothered by the large chaotic crowd behind her, so he quickly pulled her to a path away from the crowd until no one was around.

"Heath, I have something to say to you." Moira was really exhausted. The dormitory, which should have been a place to rest, had become a living hell under such circumstances.

"I have something to say to you too." Heath smiled, his eyes gleaming with laughter. "Close your eyes first."

Although Moira didn’t know what he intended, considering what she planned to say later wouldn’t be pleasant, she pursed her lips and closed her eyes.

Heath walked behind her, and within seconds, Moira felt a cold sensation on her neck. She opened her eyes to find a necklace around her neck.

This necklace was the one taken by Thea.

Moira held it dumbfoundedly, remembering another necklace she had hidden, the one Julian Sinclair gave her, which she almost threw away.

"I don’t care what kind of relationship you had with your Uncle before." Heath looked at her, satisfied, "Anyway, from now on, wearing my necklace means you’re mine."

Moira felt like something heavy was weighing on her heart, making it hard to breathe.

Her eyes reddened, and she grabbed the necklace tightly, yanking it from her neck with force. The sharp pain made her almost think her neck would snap.

Moira frantically threw the necklace far into the nearby pond, her tone cold, "Heath, I have never belonged to anyone, not to Julian Sinclair before, and not to you now!"

"I just want a peaceful life. Why do you have to push me step by step?"

Heath’s breathing became rapid. He hadn’t expected Moira to react so strongly, watching as his hard work was mercilessly thrown away, and his anger quickly flared up.

"If you have something to say, say it properly. Why throw things!"

Heath didn’t give Moira a chance to speak again, looking displeased, running to the pond, taking off his shoes and coat, and getting into the water.

"Heath, what are you doing! Come back!" Moira exclaimed, running after him!

"What you think is insignificant is very meaningful to me. Don’t interfere. I must find it!" There was a haunting light in Heath’s eyes as he dove into the water, disappearing from sight.

Tears suddenly welled up in Moira’s eyes. She never thought the necklace was unimportant; she just wanted to end this quickly so she wouldn’t be a thorn in everyone’s side from now on!

Why was it so difficult? Why!

Moira knelt by the pond, tears dripping into the water as she reached her hand into it, overwhelmed with grief.

"Heath... please come up..."

"Heath—!" Moira even shouted, because she couldn’t see Heath at all, terrified that something might happen to him!

This shout drew a lot of people, but they didn’t know Heath was in the water, and they looked at Moira as if she were crazy.

"Can anyone swim? Heath’s in the water!" Moira pleaded, looking at the crowd gathered behind her for help.

Once she said this, the crowd erupted, and many girls stepped back, afraid, but fortunately, a burly guy jumped right in.

Moira anxiously waited, cold sweat gathering on her forehead, mingling with her tears as they flowed.

As time ticked by, Moira’s heart was clenched tight, holding her breath, hoping to see Heath any second now.

Finally, the burly guy surfaced, bringing Heath with him. Moira finally breathed a sigh of relief, almost collapsing onto the ground.

But the more she looked, the more something seemed wrong. Heath was unconscious, eyes closed, unmoving!

"Heath—!" Moira desperately pulled Heath up, unsure, trying to compress his chest.

"Do CPR!" someone shouted.

Moira realized, but she didn’t know how. As time slipped by, the guy who rescued Heath gently pushed Moira’s shoulder aside, intending to give mouth-to-mouth, but was abruptly shoved away by someone else.

Thea glared at Moira with a dark expression, then began performing chest compressions and mouth-to-mouth resuscitation on Heath.

At last, Heath coughed up water and slowly opened his eyes.

He weakly lifted his right hand, and then loosened it, letting the YME necklace fall. Moira naturally caught it.

Her hand, holding the necklace, trembled slightly; it was the first time she felt the necklace had such a scorching weight.

"Next time, if you throw it, don’t throw it in the water," Heath’s voice, though weak, pierced into Moira’s heart like a needle.

"I’m sorry..." Moira choked up, "You should go back to the dorm to change your clothes, so you don’t catch a cold."

"There’s no need for your pretense! Doesn’t everyone understand why Heath went into the water, but you still don’t?" Thea shot a hateful look at Moira.

"What’s it to you!" Heath had always disliked Thea, especially when she targeted Moira.

As the crowd grew larger, Moira felt that since Heath was safe now, she would leave and apologize to him the next day.

Moira returned to the dorm and couldn’t sleep well all night, as Thea made noises intermittently, probably to wake her up.

Moira didn’t want to argue with her.

In the morning, she woke up early to have breakfast. She had sold her bag for six hundred thousand last night, so she could afford to eat, not having to live so frugally in the coming years.

She used to enjoy coffee at the Sinclair family’s place, and it so happened that the school cafeteria had a new coffee stand. Fifty dollars a cup, Moira had no concept of such prices since she rarely spent money. Julian Sinclair always quickly got her whatever she needed.

She only remembered Adrian Grant mentioning that the coffee he brought back from Serephina for her was very expensive, so she thought fifty dollars for a cup was cheap and bought one to try.

Upon tasting it, she realized it wasn’t in the same league as the coffee she usually drank. She disdainfully scrunched her nose and tossed the whole paper cup into the trash.

"It’s different when you have money, isn’t it? To toss aside a fifty-dollar coffee after just a sip—it’s enviable!"