Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 74: Passing On a Message

"I’m a freshman now, I can work part-time." Moira Young blurted out, afraid they would reject her just because of her age.

"Can you work every Saturday and Sunday?" Manager Warren finished reading her personal information, his eyes practically glued to Moira Young, showing no sign of restraint.

Moira Young was naive; she only thought Manager Warren’s gaze was peculiar and didn’t consider anything else. Moreover, seeing hope in this part-time job, she focused solely on that.

"I have time!"

"Actually, we don’t lack people here, it’s just that on weekends when there’s no one in the office, you can sit at the front desk and receive packages."

"Do you have time to work from Monday to Friday as well?" Manager Warren placed her personal information aside and pretended to take a sip of tea.

Moira Young thought for a moment, "Friday afternoons work too."

"Alright, then come on Friday afternoons as well, then work the whole day on weekends." Manager Warren thought of having such a pretty student come in; how could he only let her work on weekends, when he wouldn’t be around to see her?

"Thank you, manager, when should I start work?" Moira Young’s joyous demeanor was very appealing.

Manager Warren smiled, thinking Moira Young was silly and easily deceived, "Start this Friday; go to HR and fill out a job entry report first."

"Thank you, manager!" Moira Young eagerly went to fill out the entry report; although this wasn’t her first job in life, it was the one she looked forward to the most. Sitting there collecting deliveries on weekends, and sometimes there might not even be any packages, so the work was easy, allowing her to use the time to review her coursework.

She had 600,000 yuan in her hands, giving her the confidence to study what she wanted. She planned to apply for postgraduate studies.

"New here?"

Moira Young was lost in thought and nearly bumped into someone.

"Sorry..." Moira Young looked up and saw a man in his twenties, probably recently graduated, wearing glasses, looking genteel.

The man, upon seeing Moira Young’s face, froze for a moment before quickly averting his gaze, speaking somewhat awkwardly, "You, uh... fill out the entry report."

"Okay." Moira Young, realizing he didn’t blame her, thought he seemed nice, so obediently leaned over the table to write.

"Ahem, you can sit down." The man glanced at her and quickly looked away.

"Alright, thank you." Moira Young smiled at him.

Unexpectedly, the man blushed, then used his feet to move the chair behind the computer, positioning himself out of Moira Young’s sight.

Moira Young carefully filled out each word, but towards the end, a question made her heart suddenly tighten.

It asked, ’Have you ever worked at a company under the Sinclair Group?’

Moira Young’s hand trembled slightly as she held the pen, Sinclair Group?

"Hello, may I ask—"

"Ask." The man spoke rapidly.

"Is this company affiliated with the Sinclair Group?" Moira Young’s heart pounded as she awaited the answer.

"Yes."

"You can leave the completed documentation on this side."

Moira Young hesitated; she hadn’t expected this company to be under Julian Sinclair’s control, what should she do...

She didn’t want to have any connection with Julian Sinclair, but... but finally having a satisfactory part-time opportunity was not easy.

Moira Young thought, Julian Sinclair’s many companies wouldn’t pay attention to such a small one, would they? She hadn’t heard Julian Sinclair mention this company, so it probably didn’t matter.

She gritted her teeth, completing the entry report, and handed it over to the person hiding behind the computer.

"Emmitt, what’s wrong with you?" A colleague nearby moved over gleefully and patted Emmitt, who was sitting behind the computer.

"Miss, don’t be offended! He blushes whenever he sees a woman, especially one as beautiful as you!"

Moira Young couldn’t stand hearing such words, she frowned and awkwardly smiled, then refused to say more, turning around to leave.

Anyway, she only needed to start work this Friday, the rest she told herself not to care, not to ask, and ignore whatever others said.

——

The Sinclair family.

Julian Sinclair was sitting on the sofa, seriously reviewing documents.

Mr. Liu stood by his side, occasionally refilling Julian Sinclair’s tea; he felt much more relaxed than yesterday when he was tense all over in the car with Julian Sinclair, ready to seize any moment to open an umbrella for protection.

But Julian Sinclair seemed much more spirited since he saw Moira Young yesterday, now fully committed to dealing with business matters, having worked all day today. Mr. Liu felt somewhat joyful, seeing Julian Sinclair resuming his usual routine felt reassuring.

Mrs. Miller was also in a cheerful mood, "Young Master, it’s time to eat."

Julian Sinclair put down the document, gave Mr. Liu a few instructions, then walked to the dining table and sat down.

He glanced over; the soup wasn’t fish soup, and a slight smile crossed his lips.

Julian Sinclair had guessed that Mrs. Miller couldn’t resist asking Mr. Liu, as he almost never drank fish soup but had specifically ordered it.

He assumed the fish soup had been sent to Moira Young.

Mrs. Miller served him a bowl of chicken soup, hesitantly standing beside him, wanting to speak.

"Say what you want to say." Julian Sinclair anticipated it would be about Moira Young.

"Young Master, the fish soup..." Mrs. Miller wasn’t sure if she should speak, but the truth was evident: the soup on the table wasn’t fish soup, yet Julian Sinclair hadn’t inquired about it.

"Young Master, I delivered the fish soup to Miss Moira..."

"Okay." Julian Sinclair slightly nodded, showing no notable emotion.

Seeing him not angry, Mrs. Miller seized the moment to add, "I said it was from you, and she took it and held it close. I noticed she seemed to really care."

A trace of surprise flickered in Julian Sinclair’s eyes but disappeared swiftly; for a split second, he trusted Mrs. Miller’s words, yet soon doubted them.

Moira Young hated him so much, how could she accept anything from him?

"You don’t believe it?" Mrs. Miller grew anxious, knowing she hadn’t expressed clearly, "It’s true! Absolutely true!"

Julian Sinclair was silent for several seconds, looking at Mrs. Miller’s sincere expression, suddenly starting to believe a bit, the deepest part of his heart rippling uncharacteristically, no longer numb as before.

Seeing him somewhat convinced, Mrs. Miller naturally sighed with relief, "Young Master, if Miss Moira wants to drink fish soup, she generally needs at least a week’s worth of it before wanting to change, so I’ll deliver another trip tomorrow!"

Julian Sinclair, under the impression Moira Young truly accepted his offering, said, "Tell her, if she really wants it, she should come home to drink it."

Mrs. Miller was shocked at Julian Sinclair’s words, despite his expressionless, cold face, it conveyed a feeling as warm as spring, she excitedly replied, "Alright, alright, tomorrow I’ll definitely tell her, let her come home."