Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 23: Not Allowed

Moira Young was taken aback, youandme?

She burst out laughing, "It’s not youandme, it’s Moira."

The driver laughed too, "Whatever the lady says it is, it is!"

When she got home, Julian Sinclair hadn’t returned yet, and she didn’t know why he’d been so busy these past few days.

"Miss, rest for a bit, dinner will be ready soon." Mrs. Miller has recently been cooking nutritious meals; she thinks Moira Young is taking her college entrance exams soon, and needs to eat well and stay healthy.

"Alright, no rush, I want to wait for Uncle to come back and eat together." Moira Young plopped down on the sofa and picked up a magazine to flip through.

One hand fiddling with the necklace at her collarbone, another holding the magazine.

"The Whitman Group is engaging in charity work again, Arthur Whitman is going to rural areas to teach and send warmth to left-behind children." Moira Young unconsciously read aloud; she’d seen news of Arthur Whitman before, reportedly a philanthropist.

"Teaching in rural areas..." She muttered several times, a thought suddenly popped into her head.

"Mrs. Miller, do you think those kids in the mountains really need warmth from everyone?" Although Moira Young now lives comfortably, she had tasted hardships when she was little.

So she always felt touched when seeing such news.

"Those areas are quite remote, communication with the outside world isn’t easy, usually the children’s parents go out to work, leaving only kids and the elderly at home, oh, how pitiful..." Mrs. Miller, being older, feels very sad about such unfortunate people and situations.

"Mrs. Miller, what do you think about me going to teach in rural areas?" Moira Young asked enthusiastically.

"No way."

Before Mrs. Miller had time to speak, she heard Julian Sinclair’s voice.

"Uncle, you’re back!" Moira Young rushed over to hug him, "I missed you..."

Julian Sinclair looked a bit fatigued, but seeing Moira Young immediately cheered him up.

"No acting spoiled." He pretended to scold seriously, "You’re not a child anymore."

Moira Young stuck out her tongue, still mischievous, "You’re my most cherished and loved person; my world only has you, I love to act spoiled with you!"

Julian Sinclair, feeling helpless, picked her up and gently placed her on the sofa.

"You must have something up your sleeve when you’re acting spoiled, go ahead."

"I want—"

"Anything but teaching in rural areas, I’ll agree to." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"Why? Uncle, look, this person looks kind and amiable, the magazine praises him as a philanthropist, and he’s recruiting people to go with him to send warmth to the left-behind children." Moira Young picked up the magazine and pointed at Arthur Whitman’s photo.

"No way." Julian Sinclair’s expression changed as soon as he saw the photo.

"Uncle, what’s wrong..." Moira Young felt uneasy; her uncle hadn’t been so inexplicably angry in a long time, she wondered what she did wrong...

"From now on, read less of these magazines." Julian Sinclair took the magazine from her hand and tossed it into the trash without hesitation.

"Okay, I won’t go anymore, is that alright? Uncle, don’t be like this..." Moira Young felt a bit panicked, her nose turning sour, feeling a bit aggrieved.

Julian Sinclair saw her becoming cautious in tone, realizing he’d scared her.

"Moira, you’re too innocent, I’m really worried that one day you’ll be deceived." Julian Sinclair reached out to caress her cheek.

"Promise me, don’t easily trust anyone." Solemnly, seriously, stating clearly without ambiguity.

Moira Young’s eyes glistened with tears, murmuring, "I won’t trust anyone except Uncle, is that okay?"

Julian Sinclair’s heart suddenly tightened, but outwardly, he maintained a calm demeanor.

"Sometimes, you shouldn’t even trust me."

She suddenly broke into a smile, "Uncle, you’re joking, have you been busy to the point of silliness!"

Julian Sinclair’s charming lips struggled to tug; he wished he was silly from busyness rather than speaking heartfelt words.