Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 370: Saving Face

Moira Young noticed the situation was not right, and in fear, hastily followed them out, but unfortunately, the two walked too fast, and she fell behind.

"Do you know how she came back this morning?" Saying this, he went up and punched Julian Sinclair.

With a bitter smile, Julian Sinclair didn’t dodge.

Thinking of leaving Moira Young alone there, such a bastard, he should be beaten.

Aiden Webb’s anger hadn’t truly dissipated, Julian Sinclair’s recent indifference hit him right at the gunpoint, and he punched him again fiercely. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

No matter what had happened between the two now, given Julian Sinclair had pampered Moira Young since childhood, he shouldn’t treat her sister like this.

Yes, he was indeed biased, ha, his sister was the most important, he had already let her suffer so much grievance, from now on, he would protect her.

Seeing Julian Sinclair not fight back after a few punches, Aiden Webb’s face darkened, and he hit harder.

"Stop it, stop it, senior, please stop." Moira Young, with a crying tone, saw Julian Sinclair not fighting back, enduring it, and tears kept streaming down her eyes.

The two men seemed to block out the noises around them, immersed in their own worlds, each unwilling to give in.

"Moira."

Aiden Webb saw Moira Young suddenly blocking Julian Sinclair, hurriedly trying to retract his clenched fist, but he had exerted too much force, unable to pull back.

The man behind opened his eyes slightly, veins throbbing on his forehead, turned his body quickly, pulling Moira Young into his embrace, and with his back, he bore Aiden Webb’s punch.

He lowered his eyes and carefully looked at the person in his arms, unable to stop himself from tightening his embrace.

Moira, just wait for me, wait for me.

He let go, coldly pushed the person away: "Do you want to die?"

Moira Young turned around, her eyelashes trembling: "I..."

"If you don’t want to die, stay away." Flicking his sleeve disdainfully, the man coldly huffed.

"Julian Sinclair!"

"Senior." Seeing the man intended to hit again, Moira Young hurriedly stepped forward to hold on, shouting.

She glanced coldly at the indifferent Julian Sinclair, turned her face down, tightly gripped Aiden Webb’s wrist, her heart bitter.

"Senior, please don’t hit him, he..." She paused and didn’t continue, changing her tone to a slightly pleading one, "Let’s go, alright?"

Aiden Webb counter-gripped Moira Young’s somewhat cold hand, met Julian Sinclair’s gaze coldly, stepped forward a few steps: "Keep away from her, otherwise don’t blame me for disregarding sentiments." He turned and took Moira Young away.

Watching the backs of the two, Julian Sinclair leaned against the alley wall, raised his hand to loosen his tied tie, bitterly smiled, pressed his tongue against his cheek, shook his head, and turned away in the opposite direction.

Ha, Aiden Webb, really hit hard.

Over here, the two got into the car, Aiden Webb seemed a bit at a loss, not good at comforting girls, sat there pondering without moving.

Seeing Moira Young leaning her head against the car window, somewhat dejected, he moved his mind and spoke: "Moira, let me take you out for fun."

Her eyes flickered, she turned her face, Moira Young gave a weak smile and nodded.

She really wasn’t in the mood to return to the crew now.

"How is it?" The two got off the car, Aiden Webb asked the person beside him somewhat apprehensively.

He really didn’t know where to take her, suddenly thought of those idol dramas, and brought her to the amusement park.

Seeing the smiling faces around, hearing the screams of joy from afar, Moira Young’s hand rested on her eyelid, bit her inner lip fiercely, and finally couldn’t help crying aloud.

Aiden Webb panicked: "What’s wrong, what’s wrong, Moira, what’s wrong."

Speaking, he pulled the person into his embrace.

Regardless of the pointing and slightly reproachful gazes from the people around, he gently comforted Moira Young tenderly.

After crying for a while, releasing some of the pain pressed in her heart, she raised her hand, somewhat embarrassed, and wiped her tears, came out from Aiden Webb’s arms, still gloomily said: "I used to come with Julian..."

Aiden Webb was silent, bitterly blaming himself, bowed down and spoke gently: "Then we’ll go somewhere else."

Moira Young comfortingly smiled and nodded.

The two drove to the seaside.

"Feeling better?" The two sat on the beach, Aiden Webb asked softly.

Covering her face with both hands, Moira Young let out a soft laugh, somewhat choked: "Here, a similar place, we came too."

Aiden Webb moved his lips bitterly, ultimately didn’t speak, silently looked at the distant sea.

Taking a deep breath, rubbing her reddened eye corners, Moira Young turned her face: "Senior, thank you, really."

Rubbing the head of the person beside him, Aiden Webb shook his head.

The two sat quietly, listening to the sound of the waves, somewhat lost in thought.

People all say as time passes and things change, she never believed it, but she never thought she and Julian Sinclair would reach this point, having been together for so long, it seems there’s traces of them in every corner of the world, resting her chin on curled knees, Moira Young thought somewhat dazedly.

But now, only herself remains.

Julian Sinclair, do you remember, remember me, remember our past.

At the seaside, at some time, you could see only half of the setting sun, the floating sunset, a slight cold wind.

"Let’s go back."

Moira Young nodded and stood up with Aiden Webb.

"Buzz buzz." Aiden Webb took out his phone, "Hello."

Moira Young tilted her head, waiting for the man to finish the call.

"What’s wrong?" She asked turned her head towards the man putting down his phone.

"There’s a gathering in the group, inviting us to go."

Moira Young raised her eyebrow: "Did you agree?"

Aiden Webb kept a straight face, faintly nodded.

He usually doesn’t attend, but to let Moira Young feel more delighted, he nodded and agreed.

"Then let’s go." Moira Young shrugged her shoulders.

"Wow~ Our male and female leads are here, quick, welcome!" As soon as they entered the private room, the people around saw the two come in together and started cheering.

Joe excitedly ran over and pulled the two to the arranged seats.

"I thought you two wouldn’t come."

Moira Young smiled faintly, didn’t speak, took a sip of water.

Ruby sitting at another table rolled her eyes, disdainfully looked at Moira Young, feigning so well.

"Hey, Grace, since you two came, you can’t not drink, everyone agree?" The producer, face flushed, incited.

The people around, seeing someone lead, especially the producer, immediately agreed without estimation: "Exactly, exactly, our female lead must have a drink, come on, pour the wine."

Looking at the wine glass turned before her eyes, Moira Young’s face showed some impatience, calmly said: "Sorry, not feeling well today."

Being refused on the spot, the producer’s face darkened, the scene fell silent for a few seconds.

Ruby suddenly sneered: "Ha, faking it quite well."

The words caused varying expressions among those present, exchanging glances, the producer coldly said: "Grace, you really not giving me face."