Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 366: Worry

He glanced at the door and added, "Of course, it’s not a good thing; she was sent to the hospital unconscious. Sigh, it’s been a whole day, and if it weren’t for not being able to find you, we wouldn’t have dragged it out to tell you now. After all, she is your little girlfriend, aren’t you worried at all?"

The study door remained tightly closed, as if no sound from outside could be heard.

Zayne Sinclair’s face suddenly turned dark and malicious as he kicked the door forcefully and turned to go downstairs.

At the hospital.

Moira Young’s condition wasn’t very serious; she could leave the hospital after the IV drip.

Joe, who followed Moira Young downstairs, glanced at the person handling the discharge procedures not far away and whispered, "Moira, you wait here for a while; it will be done soon."

As an assistant, of course, he couldn’t let Moira exert herself too much.

With this in mind, he didn’t wait for a response and quickly ran to the end of the line.

Moira, who was about to agree, suddenly stopped talking, feeling a bit helpless.

It felt like after this incident, Joe was more cautious in his attitude toward her.

Shaking her head, Moira didn’t hesitate much and prepared to leave. As she glanced to the side, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in her peripheral vision.

So familiar that it was etched into her very being, easy to outline.

Was that Uncle?

Her calm eyes suddenly lit up with an indescribable joy, and Moira’s body reacted faster than her thoughts, chasing after him.

Finding someone in a crowd isn’t easy; Moira finally caught up to that familiar back, gently tapping it and saying, "Uncle..."

Before she could finish, the person turned around—a black-haired, green-eyed mixed descendant, not Julian Sinclair at all.

The half-spoken words got stuck in Moira’s throat, neither up nor down, and after a while, she finally reacted and apologized in fluent English.

The mixed-blood guy laughed it off and didn’t mind, leaving.

But Moira felt as if she had been slapped invisibly, her face burning with pain, her heart clenching uncontrollably.

She thought Julian Sinclair couldn’t possibly come see her.

He was so coldhearted, having already made it clear that he didn’t want her anymore.

It was all just her wishful thinking; how could she still be so useless!

With a bitter smile on her lips, Moira walked back disheartened, finally finding Joe with the discharge papers, who breathed a huge sigh of relief, asking, "Moira, where did you go just now? We almost lost contact."

Her tone was teasing, but the concern was undeniable.

Moira suppressed her chaotic emotions and said softly, "Went to the restroom."

She paused and added, "I need to meet a friend from Vesperia later, you go back to the crew first."

Joe was puzzled. Moira had friends in Vesperia? Though curious, she didn’t ask further.

Due to health reasons, Marcus Mercer had given her a two-day leave, so for these two days, Moira’s time was her own.

But this reason seemed a bit fake.

What kind of friend doesn’t visit during hospitalization but makes arrangements to meet after discharge?

Joe was somewhat hesitant, "Moira, you’re not well yet, and shouldn’t run around too much. Maybe reschedule and rest a few days first?"

Moira, being clever, immediately saw through her intentions.

Quickly thinking, she couldn’t help but give Joe a light tap on the head, her expression serious and earnest, "It’s hard to get a break; of course, I have to meet them. Besides, she’s quite busy, and this is a rare chance. Should I not keep my word? As for my health, I’ll take care of myself and return to the crew in one piece."

With that said, Joe could only reluctantly leave, full of worries.

Once her figure completely disappeared, Moira’s smile faded, and her face turned expressionless, hinting at a trace of sadness.

She walked slowly toward a bar, her silhouette strikingly lonely.

Julian Sinclair, who had been observing from the shadows, followed her at a not-too-close, not-too-far distance, his handsome face dark with a stormy expression threatening to spill over.

The crew.

Joe, dragging her luggage, walked ahead by herself. Before she reached her room, a tall figure appeared in front of her; Aiden Webb stood directly before her, without her knowing when he got there.

"Professor Webb." Joe looked up and greeted him.

Aiden’s gaze, however, went straight past her, landing on the empty space behind her. After several seconds, he asked in a deep voice, "Where is Moira?"

Today should be her discharge day; how could she not be here?

Frowning slightly, Aiden intensified his tone, "Where is she?"

"Moira, Moira went to see her friend." Joe was startled by his sudden intensity, stumbling over her words.

Aiden keenly picked up on the discrepancies in her tone.

Sure enough, Joe thought for a moment and added, "But Moira didn’t seem well before, Professor Webb, do you know if any of Moira’s friends came recently?"

Though she was Moira’s assistant, Joe mostly handled work-related matters and wasn’t aware of personal affairs.

Knowing too much might overstep her bounds.

After speaking, she cautiously glanced at Aiden and noted that his expression had grown even more grim.

After a moment, Aiden asked for the address and strode out.

Joe felt a bad premonition; she wanted to follow him but abruptly stopped after a few steps.

On the other side, Aiden didn’t know how long he searched, but eventually found the one bar according to the address.

Since Moira came to Vesperia, Aiden had been keeping tabs on her activities, knowing there was no such ’friend.’

Combining Joe’s description, it wasn’t hard to guess that it was just an excuse Moira used to send her away.

She must have encountered something troubling.

Thoughts swirling in his mind, Aiden pushed open the bar door, quickly greeted by a server politely asking, "Sir, what would you like to drink?"

The bar during the daytime didn’t have the chaotic dance scene of the night, instead, it was sparsely populated and excessively quiet.

But in such an environment, finding someone was easier.

Not hesitating much, Aiden unlocked his phone and quickly showed a photo of Moira Young, "Have you seen this woman?"

The server took a closer look; the girl in the picture was strikingly beautiful, exuding an aura of lively cleverness.

Even if aesthetic preferences varied, the server still marveled and nodded, "I’ve seen her; she was here having a drink just over ten minutes ago."

"Where is she now?" Aiden tightened his grip slightly and swiftly put his phone away, carrying a tension he himself didn’t realize.

His strange attitude drew a bit of caution from the server, seeing this, Aiden removed his mask and said, "I’m her older brother; she’s upset with me, and I’m worried she might be in danger."