Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 72: Fish Soup

With a thick-skinned demeanor, Heath Sterling shoved his hands in his pockets and insisted, "In the end, I’m no different from Carter Porter. If he can have a meal with you, then so can I."

Moira Young was quite helpless, but she felt she couldn’t argue with his words, so she simply chose not to respond.

Heath Sterling escorted Moira Young to her dormitory, but he didn’t expect to see a familiar figure at the entrance.

Fiona Rhodes was wearing an expensive custom-made dress and sunglasses, standing impatiently at the entrance of the girls’ dorm. She was probably waiting for quite a while, and her temper was flaring.

Moira Young pretended not to see her, bid farewell to Heath Sterling, and intended to enter the dormitory gate. But even if she pretended not to notice, could Fiona Rhodes not see her?

"Stop right there!" Fiona Rhodes called out to her.

"Are you calling me?" Moira Young turned around, pretending not to recognize her.

"I’m asking, have you seen your Uncle in the past few days?" Fiona Rhodes, in her high heels, stepped onto the stairs and walked up to her.

"I don’t have an Uncle." Moira Young’s cheeks flushed at the thought of what Julian Sinclair had done to her earlier, and she forced herself to stay clear-headed.

"I’m asking if Julian Sinclair has come looking for you recently?"

Moira Young couldn’t help but chuckle at her, "Shouldn’t you be asking him if he’s come looking for me?"

Fiona Rhodes was not used to being refused like that. She had always thought Moira Young was soft-natured. How had she changed so much in just over half a month?

"Who do you think you are to dare speak to me like that? Whether you stay in this school completely depends on a single word from me, Fiona Rhodes," Fiona Rhodes threatened, exuding a towering presence over Moira Young, given her older age and stronger aura.

Moira Young knew she couldn’t afford to offend her but still didn’t want to show any weakness, "You’re his girlfriend, and I have nothing to do with him. If he’s looking for someone, it’s you he should be looking for. Why are you pestering me?"

Saying this, she turned to leave. But Fiona Rhodes was not ready to let her go. Just as she was about to step forward, the dormitory supervisor stopped her.

"Outsiders are not allowed in." The supervisor’s face was stern. From Fiona’s tone earlier, she already had a feeling she wasn’t someone easy to deal with.

"I’m a student’s parent, are parents not allowed in?" Fiona Rhodes disdainfully stepped back, afraid the dorm supervisor would touch her clothes.

"What kind of parent is as young as you? Get out!" The supervisor shooed her away.

Fiona Rhodes had never been treated like this before. Having lived in Vesperia for extended periods and accustomed to its education system, she wasn’t used to the hands-on approach and scolding of the local matrons here. She was fuming inside but had no outlet to vent.

Ever since Julian Sinclair had sent her to another residence, he’d increased the security to prevent her from stepping out. Even when she was finally let out, she still couldn’t find him.

The Rhodes family was pressing her, watching as Julian Sinclair dealt with Arthur Whitman to secure his future as the leader of The Sinclair Group, they were determined she had to marry him.

With the Rhodes family in a rush, naturally, Fiona Rhodes was anxious too. After all, she was in her late twenties and genuinely at the age to marry.

Back in her car, Fiona Rhodes took out her phone and continuously dialed Julian Sinclair’s number, but couldn’t get through.

Meanwhile, outside the campus, Julian Sinclair’s car was parked in a somewhat hidden location. He watched with his own eyes as Moira Young and Heath Sterling left the campus together, had lunch together, and returned to school, walking side by side, talking and laughing.

Julian Sinclair’s face was icy cold, as if a chilling wave was penetrating his bones. He thought he could ignore her from now on, and wouldn’t care if she had a boyfriend. But seeing this scene today, he realized deeply that he simply couldn’t do it.

He wouldn’t allow Moira Young to be that close with any man.

With his eyes bloodshot, Julian Sinclair was finally tired. He closed his eyes silently, slowly allowing his tense body to relax.

"What did she eat just now?" He opened his mouth, his tone undetectable for any emotion.

"Is the young master asking about Miss Young?" The driver, beating the housekeeper, nervously spoke. He’d been on edge all afternoon, barely daring to breathe heavily, afraid of disturbing Julian Sinclair. If he got angry, they’d all be doomed.

The housekeeper glared at him.

"Young master, Miss Young had fish soup," the housekeeper replied.

After a few seconds of silence, Julian Sinclair ordered, "Let’s go home."

"Yes, young master." The driver was elated. Once they got Julian Sinclair home, he could finally catch a breath.

When they arrived home, Mrs. Miller had already prepared dinner. Julian Sinclair sat at the dining table but only took a few bites.

"Make fish soup tomorrow," Julian Sinclair suddenly said out of the blue.

Mrs. Miller was somewhat surprised. Julian Sinclair usually didn’t particularly like fish soup. It was Moira Young who loved it, and he simply drank it along with her.

Now that Moira Young wasn’t home, who would the fish soup be for?

"Alright, young master, I’ll make whatever you want to eat," Mrs. Miller dared not question it. After all, she’d been taking care of Julian Sinclair for so long, she knew when he was in a bad mood, she should speak less. Whatever he asked for, she would prepare.

After Mrs. Miller agreed, Julian Sinclair put down his chopsticks and went upstairs. Ever since Moira Young left the house, Mrs. Miller cleaned her room every day, never missing a spot, as if she would return any day.

Julian Sinclair walked past her room, hesitated for a moment, and finally opened the door and walked in.

Even after so long, a sweet, youthful scent still permeated the room. It was a familiar smell, Moira Young’s clothes were all still here, untouched.

Julian Sinclair noticed a transparent glass box on the dressing table, containing the coming-of-age gift he had given her—a crown.

He reached over and held it in his hand, suddenly feeling as if it weighed a thousand pounds.

Yet, upon reflection, the pain he had inflicted on Moira Young was more than just a thousand pounds.

Downstairs.

Mrs. Miller remained puzzled, wanting to clarify things, and felt Julian Sinclair seemed a bit different today.

In a hurry, she called the housekeeper before he left, quickly pulling him aside to the corridor to ask.

"What happened to the young master today?" Mrs. Miller, filled with concern, asked as she tugged the housekeeper to the side.

"He saw Miss Young."

"He saw Miss Young?" Mrs. Miller exclaimed, "Is the fish soup for Miss Young? Is Miss Young coming back tomorrow?"

The housekeeper was taken aback by her sudden pitch increase, "Keep your voice down!"

"Miss Young isn’t coming back."

"If she’s not coming back, then who is the fish soup for?"

The housekeeper struggled to respond, "I’m not sure. The young master stayed near Miss Young’s school for an entire afternoon, saw her with another male classmate having fish soup, and that’s why he asked you to make it."

"Perhaps... could you take the fish soup to Arden University tomorrow at noon for Miss Young?"

Mrs. Miller agreed without hesitation, "Absolutely, I’ll go, I’ll go!"

"But since the young master didn’t personally ask for this, don’t say much tomorrow. Just tell her you’re bringing it yourself," the housekeeper carefully instructed.

"I got it, I got it." Mrs. Miller walked happily into the living room, all the while contemplating the grocery shopping she had to do early the next morning.