Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 2: Uncle

After arriving home, the butler led Moira Young to her room. It was the first time Moira Young saw a home that until now, she had only seen on television, with pink Hello Kitty and black-red Mickey Mouse dolls filling the room. Even the carpets, sheets, and curtains were Disney princess-themed.

"Is this a castle?" Moira Young was stunned; she truly loved it here.

The butler was about to speak when Julian Sinclair walked in.

"If you think it is, then it is."

"Am I going to live here from now on?" Moira Young widened her eyes, full of disbelief.

"Open the wardrobe and see." The man’s voice was cool, neither affirming nor denying her question.

Moira Young opened the cabinet and was momentarily dazzled, standing frozen in place for a long time.

The wardrobe was filled with beautiful clothes and dresses, each perfectly coordinated and crafted with exquisite workmanship, making each piece seem immensely valuable. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

These clothes looked as if they were tailor-made for her, and Moira Young felt like she was dreaming.

Julian Sinclair gently patted Moira Young’s head: "From now on, this is your home. Whatever you want, just tell me, and I will fulfill it."

At this moment, the noble silhouette of Julian Sinclair was engraved in Moira Young’s eyes, like a prince out of a fairy tale book.

Boom!

A flash of lightning streaked across the window at the same time a loud thunder roared!

Initially staring blankly at Julian Sinclair, Moira Young suddenly reacted like a startled rabbit, starting to tremble all over, breaking into a cold sweat, instinctively wanting to hide in a dark corner.

"Are you afraid of thunder?"

Moira Young’s tears kept falling from the corners of her eyes, nodding in grievance, "That woman... she died during a thunderstorm..."

That woman was not her birth mother.

Julian Sinclair’s meticulously groomed brows furrowed slightly; he certainly knew who that woman was.

"Uncle!" Moira Young suddenly rushed forward and hugged Julian Sinclair!

At that moment, Julian Sinclair suddenly seemed to notice a unique fragrance, faintly present.

"Can you stay with me..." Six-year-old Moira Young sobbed, hoping piteously.

Butler Liu hesitated for a moment, stepping forward to pull Moira Young off the young master, but...

"Okay."

Julian Sinclair’s simple answer shattered the butler’s understanding of him.

He usually didn’t like to be around children, even seemed bothered by their presence, yet he agreed to Moira Young! And Moira Young was...

However, what the butler couldn’t imagine was that the young master stayed with her for many years.

...

Six years later, on a rainy night.

The thunder outside woke Moira Young from her dreams, instinctively curling herself into a ball.

Beside her, at some point, Julian Sinclair had opened his eyes.

"Moira?" He gently reached over, touching Moira Young’s forehead, which was indeed clammy with cold sweat.

Julian Sinclair lifted the comforter over Moira Young’s head, pulling her entirely into his arms, gently patting her back: "It’s okay now, the thunder has stopped. Don’t be afraid."

The unique scent of the man and the warm touch from his back gradually helped Moira Young to relax.

She clung to Julian Sinclair’s lapel, whispering softly, "Uncle..."

"Yes, I’m here."

Julian Sinclair’s voice was steady and powerful, allowing Moira Young to close her eyes again with peace of mind.

However, within seconds, her body stiffened for a moment.

Noticing the unnaturalness of the girl in his arms, Julian Sinclair frowned: "Moira, are you uncomfortable?"

In his arms, Moira Young’s face flushed red, as if she had made a significant resolution before raising her head.

With a downward glance, Julian Sinclair saw Moira Young’s face about to cry, and his heart tightened: "What’s wrong, hmm? Tell Uncle."

"Uncle, I think I... wet my pants..." Moira Young’s eyes were red

Being this age and wetting herself was really too embarrassing.

Julian Sinclair froze for a moment, then lifted the quilt, revealing a shocking stain of bright red.

His pupils shrank in an instant; his first thought was that the girl was injured, but then he recalled her words and, with his thoughts swirling, Julian Sinclair realized the girl wasn’t hurt; she was becoming an adult."

Even someone as calm as Julian Sinclair experienced a few seconds of panic.

However, it was only a few seconds, before he calmed down again, pulling the girl into his arms: "Moira, don’t be afraid. It’s not wetting the bed; it’s just Moira becoming a big girl."

"What, Uncle?" Moira curiously glanced along Julian Sinclair’s line of sight, and the warmth that had just receded flooded back onto her face: "Uncle... I..."

"Don’t worry, I’ll have the butler buy some supplies."

Moira Young nodded almost imperceptibly, desperately wishing she could turn into a quail and burrow into the ground.

About ten minutes later, the butler knocked on the door, and at some point, the wind and rain outside had stopped.

Julian Sinclair took the items and handed them to Moira Young: "Do you know how to use them?"

Moira Young got out of bed, biting her lip, her voice barely audible: "I do."

Then she disappeared into the bathroom.

"Moira!"

"Hmm?" Moira Young poked her head out.

"Wear slippers."

"Oh..." Moira Young obediently put on her cotton slippers.

Five minutes passed, and Moira Young still hadn’t emerged. Julian Sinclair, waiting outside, nervously knocked on the door: "Moira?"

"Uncle, I’m almost done."

Hearing the sound of running water inside, Julian Sinclair frowned, then turned the handle and pushed open the bathroom door.

Inside the bathroom, Moira Young was vigorously scrubbing her underwear...

The matter of bloodstained sheets was truly too mortifying!

Seeing the looming tall figure suddenly enter, Moira instinctively hid the item in her hand behind her back: "Uncle, why did you come in!"

Julian Sinclair frowned: "You shouldn’t touch cold water at this time, let the butler handle this."

Moira Young shook her head: "No, it’s too embarrassing to let the butler do something like this."

Julian Sinclair seemed to chuckle slightly, then said nothing more, instead reaching out to take the item Moira was washing, cleaning it in a few strokes, and hung it up.

"Uncle, you..." Moira Young was stunned. She never would’ve dreamed Julian Sinclair would do such a thing for her, especially dealing with something stained with blood...

By now, her face was flushed to the point of near explosion.

"Alright, go to sleep." Julian Sinclair picked up the still-stunned Moira Young and carried her back to bed.

In the room, the bedding had already been changed once by the butler. There was no smell of blood, but rather the pleasant scent of sunlight.

But just thinking about the fact that what she left behind was seen by others made Moira Young want to crash into a wall...

Julian Sinclair, however, seemed indifferent, as his large hand settled on Moira Young’s lower abdomen: "How about it, does your stomach hurt?"

Moira Young only noticed the cramping pain in her lower abdomen when he mentioned it. It felt like it was cramping and was escalating in intensity.

"It hurts..."

Julian Sinclair watched Moira Young’s slightly pale face and pulled her tighter into his arms while instructing the butler to bring over brown sugar ginger water and a hot water bottle.

After drinking ginger water and using a hot water bottle, Moira Young felt significantly better.

Julian Sinclair’s large hand moved soothingly over her lower back, warm and comforting.

Drowsily, Moira Young finally closed her eyes: "Uncle, I’m going to sleep. Goodnight."

Julian Sinclair lifted the corner of his mouth: "Sleep well, my good girl."