Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 73: Embarrassment

Arden University.

Moira Young habitually ordered soy milk and fried dough sticks for breakfast, then went to the classroom for class.

Heath Sterling seemed to sleep very late every day, so he always had dark circles under his eyes when he got up for class in the morning. However, he didn’t disturb Moira Young’s studying, quietly lying beside her and sleeping.

As the class was nearing its end, Heath Sterling seemed to have a built-in alarm clock in his heart, and instantly woke up, pestering Moira Young with questions until he found out what she wanted for lunch.

Moira Young wanted fish soup, but felt embarrassed to say so. Not wanting to lie, she simply remained silent without answering.

"I’m going for urgent training tomorrow and can’t accompany you to class. At least tell me what you want to eat today, I’ll drive you to get it," Heath Sterling’s eyes were sincere. He gazed at Moira Young, feeling he couldn’t get enough of the sight; the more he looked, the better she seemed.

Every time he saw Moira Young, his mood inexplicably became very good.

"I really don’t feel like eating anything. You should have lunch with Carter Porter," Moira Young packed her things; she had no classes this afternoon and could go out looking for a job or something.

"What’s the point of eating with him? Eating with you is what’s enjoyable," Heath Sterling shamelessly insisted on sticking with Moira Young.

"Why don’t you eat with Thea Thorne instead, I—"

"Moira Young, that’s nonsense," Heath Sterling suddenly looked stern, "If you’re unwilling, just say so. Why bring her up!"

Moira Young paused the packing of her things. She simply instinctively thought Thea might be good with him too and said it out loud without much thought, not expecting to anger Heath Sterling.

"Sorry, I didn’t mean that," Moira Young apologized, looking at him with some regret.

Heath Sterling realized his tone was wrong, "Forget it, forget it. If you don’t want to eat, I won’t force you. When I return from the competition, you must accompany me for a meal."

"Alright, waiting for your triumphant return," Moira Young felt relieved and finally managed a smile.

"Let’s go, I’ll walk you back to the dorm."

Moira Young shook her head, not wanting him to walk her back, but Heath Sterling was stubborn. Once he decided, no one could stop him.

They walked together to the entrance of the dorm, and Moira Young, from a distance, saw Mrs. Miller’s figure and panicked, immediately stopping.

"Heath, just walk me to here; you should head back!" Moira Young’s thoughts were straightforward, whatever she felt tended to show on her face.

"What’s wrong?" Heath Sterling noticed her eyes wavering, instinctively looking toward the entrance of the girls’ dorm.

Coincidentally, Mrs. Miller turned to look, meeting Heath Sterling’s gaze and spotting Moira Young.

"Miss!" Mrs. Miller shouted excitedly, quickly approaching with a thermal lunch box in hand.

Moira Young was momentarily at a loss, knowing Mrs. Miller had always treated her the best. If she ran, wouldn’t that hurt Mrs. Miller’s feelings?

"Coming to find you?" Heath Sterling asked.

"I don’t know..." Moira Young spoke somewhat unconfidently. Though she knew Mrs. Miller was looking for her, she found it hard to admit.

"Miss! The young master asked me to bring you some fish soup. Quickly take it back to the dorm and drink it while it’s hot!" Mrs. Miller’s eyes were misty with tears. She hadn’t seen Moira Young for half a month but felt it had been years.

Manager Miller didn’t want her to say the young master sent it, but she wasn’t foolish; the young master didn’t like fish soup, Moira Young loved it, and whenever she drank it, she’d want it continuously for a long time. The young master had it made definitely to send to Moira Young!

"Young master?" Heath Sterling was puzzled, not knowing who she meant.

"I understand!" Moira Young quickly accepted the fish soup, looking nervously at Mrs. Miller, "You should hurry back."

Mrs. Miller saw her accepting it readily and didn’t think much, just assumed Moira Young had forgiven the young master and naturally was willing to happily return.

Heath Sterling saw Moira Young wanting to run into the dorm, immediately grabbed her arm, full of questions, "Moira Young, who exactly sent you the fish soup?"

"Didn’t we just have fish soup yesterday? How come you accepted it?"

"And, did you refuse to have lunch with me because someone is sending you lunch?"

Moira Young furrowed her brows, not knowing how to respond, only able to forcefully shake off Heath Sterling’s hand.

"I don’t know! Don’t ask anymore!" Moira Young’s eyes misted as she ran into the dorm with the thermal lunch box.

"Moira Young!" Heath Sterling shouted at the dorm entrance, drawing the attention of those around.

Moira Young ignored him, her mind a mess, still unclear herself; how could she explain it to anyone else?

Besides, she didn’t need to explain.

"Oh, back already?" Moira Young entered the dorm with her head down, immediately hearing Thea Thorne’s sarcastic tone.

Moira Young placed the lunch box on the table, taking a deep breath, trying not to cry.

"Where’d you get the lunch box?" Thea Thorne walked over from her seat, looking at it. After observing no movement from Moira Young, she boldly picked it up, opened it to take a look.

"Smells delicious!" Thea Thorne took a whiff, instantly feeling hungry. Having eaten school food for days, she had lost weight. Seeing the milky white fish soup, she couldn’t resist.

"Hey, I asked you, you don’t even have any relatives, who is nice enough to cook you fish soup?" Thea Thorne deliberately elongated the words ’no relatives’ for emphasis.

"If you want it, drink up," Moira Young simply didn’t want to deal with her.

Thea Thorne assumed Moira Young was mocking her greed and, in a fit of anger, poured all the fish soup into the trash bin, "Would I care about your measly fish soup? You’re hilarious!"

The fish soup splashed onto Moira Young’s clothes, causing her to reflexively dodge, "What are you doing?"

"I’m doing exactly what you’re seeing now." Thea Thorne tossed the lunch box back onto Moira Young’s table, humming a tune as she returned to her seat.

Moira Young couldn’t be bothered to argue, tossed the lunch box into the trash bin, grabbed the garbage bag, and left, disposing of it at the trash station.

Oddly enough, rather than fault Thea Thorne’s behavior, Moira Young felt thankful.

She herself wanted to throw the fish soup away, especially after hearing it was ordered by Julian Sinclair. But since Mrs. Miller made it, she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

Moira Young looked regretfully at the thermal lunch box lying in the trash bin, feeling sorry toward Mrs. Miller.

Whatever, enough thinking, Moira Young forced herself to shake her head vigorously, no classes this afternoon, her task was to find a part-time job, not to sit here lost in thought.

Moira Young had seen plenty of part-time job ads on her phone before. Since she couldn’t work as a waitress, she decided to look for clerical or receptionist jobs at formal companies.

Based on the company addresses, Moira Young tried several places, all either thinking she was too young or concerned she wouldn’t have enough free time as a freshman.

Finally, at the last company, during the interview, she felt hopeful and treated it more seriously.

In the manager’s office, Manager Warren was the only one interviewing Moira Young. He skimmed through her personal information, then asked, "Only eighteen years old?"