Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 87: Dispute

"Mom, I’m starving," Carter Porter said weakly, picking up his chopsticks ready to eat.

"Go ahead and eat, Moira, eat up. These dishes, I learned to make just for you, give them a try," Mrs. Porter placed some food in Moira Young’s bowl, smiling warmly at her. Moira’s demeanor and appearance were exceptionally outstanding, the kind that you couldn’t help but like and want to cherish; the more you looked at her, the more you wanted to pamper her.

"How have you been at school lately? You wouldn’t take any allowance from your uncle. How have you been eating these days at school? You look thinner to me," Mrs. Porter sized her up and noticed she really had lost weight.

"Auntie, I got a full four-year scholarship at the opening ceremony, and then I sold my bag. I don’t lack money, rest assured," Moira Young smiled and gave Mrs. Porter some food.

"The school’s prizes were all sponsored by someone, but who would be so thoughtful?" As Mrs. Porter finished, Heath Sterling choked on his water, coughing several times in succession.

"Sweetie, you said you sold that bag, how much did you get? Is it enough? If it’s not, I’ll have your uncle send you living expenses every month."

"Six hundred thousand, it’s really enough, Auntie." Moira Young stood up purposefully to serve Mrs. Porter a bowl of soup.

Mrs. Porter hadn’t expected the bag to be worth so much. Her family wasn’t a regular household, but they couldn’t be considered wealthy either. She would ponder for a long time before buying a bag worth two or three hundred thousand, never imagining Moira could sell a second-hand bag for six hundred thousand...

"No worries, Auntie, I’ve got money too," Heath Sterling thumped his chest, "As long as I make an effort to join a few more races, I can still buy Moira whatever she wants."

Mrs. Porter’s face darkened, saying no more.

Carter Porter kept his head lowered, focusing on his meal. Beneath the table, Heath kicked him lightly, prompting Carter to set down his chopsticks and say to his mother, "Mom, eat your meal. Heath is really wealthy." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Mrs. Porter knew the Sterling family was wealthy, but she didn’t know Heath himself was so capable. She just assumed Heath was a bad apple, an idler getting into fights and causing trouble, rebellious and unbearable.

Mrs. Porter took a couple of sips of soup served by Moira, thought for a while, and finally couldn’t help but ask, "You two..."

Heath raised an eyebrow, smirking, deliberately staying silent, waiting for Moira Young to answer.

"Mom, stop asking around, isn’t it obvious?" Carter Porter, having eaten his fill, laid down his chopsticks, turned, and said to Heath, "Isn’t there a race tonight?"

"We’ll go once Moira is done eating." Heath Sterling hadn’t eaten much either, just sat quietly waiting for Moira Young.

Moira Young remained silent, keeping her head down, calmly eating. Since Mrs. Porter had specially cooked for her, she should naturally eat a bit more.

After a while, when everyone was almost done, Moira said her goodbyes to Mrs. Porter and left with Heath and Carter from the Porter family home.

Carter was quite interested in such city-friendly races, but he hadn’t had the chance to join before. Heath was busy with professional races and school, not having time to participate in these kind of races either.

Now, with too many invitations, it would look bad not to go. Everyone in the circle would think you’re putting on airs.

Heath drove them to the scene; the race was scheduled for ten-thirty, and it was only just past eight. Luckily, several nearby bars were owned by the Sterling family, so Heath took the two of them to hang out for a while.

Moira Young distinctly remembered what happened the first time she went to a bar, so she was a bit resistant. But seeing Heath and Carter so excited, she felt it would be embarrassing to dampen their spirits.

Luckily, this was Heath’s place, and he was there, so it should be fine.

The staff all knew Heath, aware he was a little boss there. Seeing him bring friends, they specially served a lot of fruit platters and drinks.

"Heath, you’re going to drive later, right? Don’t drink?" Moira Young frowned seeing the drinks being served, absolutely disallowing Heath to drink and drive.

"Are you concerned about me?" Heath’s attractive eyes narrowed, leaning closer, the colorful lights flashing through his eyes, dazzling.

Moira Young was taken aback, "Drunk driving is a crime."

"Okay, then I won’t drink." Heath interrupted the server who was serving drinks, "Take the alcohol away."

The server was puzzled. Heath usually drank a lot, always complaining they didn’t have the foresight to serve enough. Why the sudden change today?

"I’ll drink!" Carter suddenly reached out and gathered all the alcohol in front of him, "I’m not driving, I’ll drink, you skip it."

Heath waved his hand, signaling the service to leave.

"Take it easy, don’t let your mom think I made you drink, Moira can testify, I didn’t force you!"

Moira didn’t want Carter to drink either, but seeing he seemed to be in a bad mood, she found it hard to say anything. She could only advise him to drink less.

They sat there for a while, and several groups of people came to greet them, all connections of Heath in social circles, and Heath, being generous, had the servers send over drinks.

As time passed, Moira Young started feeling a headache, the environment causing her discomfort.

"Young Master Sterling!" Suddenly, another group came to greet Heath. But this time, they didn’t seem intent on leaving, sitting down straight away.

With all those people crowding in, Moira Young felt even more uncomfortable and wanted to leave.

"Isn’t it about time for the pre-race warmup? Why are you still indulging in the charms here?" The speaker was a man about twenty-something, looking more mature than Heath.

"Exactly! We were about to leave when we saw Young Master Sterling still sitting here!" The crowd chanted.

Heath smiled, "The race hasn’t started yet! What’s the rush!"

"Everyone’s waiting for Young Master Sterling to make an appearance. This race has drawn twice as many people as usual, all to catch a glimpse of the legendary Young Master Sterling!"

Moira Young, with her head down, held onto her fruit juice, sipping slowly; Heath’s social circle was not something she could fit in with or wished to.

Yet she constantly felt someone’s gaze on her.

"Alright, you guys head out first; I’ll be right out," Heath coaxed them away.

"Hold on, Young Master Sterling, at least introduce us; who are these two?"

Moira Young’s hand holding the glass froze.

Heath hesitated for a moment, then used a nonchalant tone, "They’re friends; you’ll get to know them after a few meetings. You all head out first."

That group realized Heath was showing them out, so they wisely left.

Finally able to breathe, Moira Young set her glass of juice back on the table, "Heath, I’m feeling a bit stuffy."

"I’ll take you out." Heath pulled over Carter and pushed the drinks aside, "Big Young Master, enough drinking, time for the race!"

Carter seemed a little tipsy, but thankfully he could walk normally.

Heath took them to the race site, which was bustling with people, all gathered at the starting point, lively as ever.

It was Moira Young’s first time seeing such a scene. It wasn’t a racetrack at all, just a corner of the city. It was a rather desolate commercial area, so they surrounded it to make a racetrack.

The cars piled up at the start were all bizarrely modified, in every color imaginable, a novelty for Moira Young.

"Which car catches your eye?" Heath suddenly asked.

Moira Young didn’t understand these things and didn’t particularly like them, "They’re all pretty good."

"Then I’ll win them back for you one by one!" Heath confidently patted his chest in assurance.