Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 398: Lesson Learned

"You wouldn’t know, back then when Moira Young had just returned to the country, she was seen with Aiden Webb, and there were even pictures of the two of them online. It seems like the rumors were true; the two of them are really together. No wonder Aiden isn’t paying attention to you."

Heath Sterling’s face darkened as he listened to Carter Porter talk incessantly on the other end, feeling increasingly irritated.

First, Julian Sinclair was out of the picture, and now there’s Aiden Webb. Why is it so hard to pursue a girl?

Carter Porter didn’t hear Heath Sterling saying anything, recalling past matters with a hint of annoyance, he spoke up: "Heath, this time, don’t worry about Aiden or anyone else, if you want to pursue Moira Young, just go for it. You already lost out to Julian Sinclair before, don’t let it slip away again."

"Bro, there’s only one Moira Young here, and we don’t even know for sure if she’s really dating Aiden Webb. Even if Aiden took her away today, it doesn’t mean anything; it just shows they’re really close, definitely closer than you two."

Not saying it would’ve been better, Heath Sterling’s brows furrowed tighter, his face drawn into a frown, finally he spoke: "I understand, this time I definitely won’t let go."

"Glad you’re thinking that way, especially since you two are now living in the same neighborhood. You’ve infiltrated the enemy’s territory; if you don’t strike now, then when?" Carter Porter said excitedly, as the blanket slipped to his waist, exposing his pale and slightly thin shoulders.

The indoor heating was slightly low, the chilly air crept in, making the man shrink back into his blankets.

"Alright, okay, you continue sleeping then."

"Thanks, bro."

They hung up the phone, Heath Sterling went into the bathroom for a shower before heading back to his room to catch some more sleep.

Outside the window, snowflakes fell lightly, then more heavily, swaying and settling on the ground, forming lines as they covered the earth.

In Moira Young’s small living room, the two of them were wrapped in blankets with cups in their hands, gazing at the snowy landscape outside.

"It’s really nice," Moira Young sighed.

Aiden Webb turned his head to look at Moira Young tucked in there, her cheeks flushed from the indoor warmth, sweet and adorably cute, and a warm flow filled his heart, making it throb twice.

He felt happy now, not only had he found his sister, but he could also cozy up at home like this with her, watching the winter snow settle, warm and comforting. This was something he once dared not even imagine.

However, there’s always some guy circling around her; there was Julian Sinclair before, and now, who was the man from this morning?

"Moira, who was the person from this morning?"

Moira Young’s gaze was fixed on the floor-to-ceiling window opposite her: "Heath Sterling, he’s a friend of mine."

As if recalling something, she drew her gaze back: "I haven’t asked you yet, why did you drag me away in such a hurry, leaving him alone there isn’t very nice."

Aiden Webb lightly coughed, still with a wooden expression, said: "Oh, I thought he was some pervert bothering you."

"Really?" Moira Young looked puzzled, leaning her head towards Aiden Webb.

Aiden Webb turned his gaze out the window, took a glance and looked back: "Of course."

Moira Young breathed a sigh of relief, sat back down, continued watching the snow scene: "That’s good, I thought you two knew each other before and had some conflict."

Hearing her say that, she relaxed, had a sip of hot cocoa.

Aiden Webb shrugged, he previously had no conflict with Heath Sterling, but now there is.

A man knows a man, one glance at that guy and he knew he liked Moira Young. Hmph, liking his sister is fine, it shows good taste, but whether he can win her over or not, he first has to clear Aiden Webb’s hurdle.

"Moira, be careful when going out in the future."

"What’s wrong?" Moira Young mulled it over briefly and chuckled, "It’s okay brother, Heath Sterling is quite reliable, he won’t do anything to harm me. Our family has known him for years."

Aiden Webb furrowed his brow slightly: "Still, you have to keep your distance, you’re a girl, there are boundaries between genders, you know."

Moira Young kept covering her mouth laughing, never expected Aiden Webb to be so brotherly, relentless in his concern.

"I know, whenever we’re together, we’ll definitely keep some distance."

They chatted some more, then at noon Aiden Webb cooked a meal, earning endless praise from Moira Young. Once the snow stopped, Aiden Webb got up to leave.

"Drive slowly, the roads are slippery."

Moira Young was wearing a thick knitted sweater, standing on the steps downstairs reminding Aiden Webb.

Aiden Webb nodded: "You hurry upstairs, don’t catch a cold."

She nodded and waved to him, Aiden Webb finally drove away.

Early the next morning, as Moira Young opened the curtains, she saw the roads outside, rooftops, gardens all covered in snow, dazzlingly beautiful.

Excitedly she opened the window, a blast of cold wind hit her face directly, Moira Young’s mouth curled into a smile as she leaned out and looked outside.

Just as she was happily playing, the doorbell rang.

Wondering who could come this early, she peeked through the peephole and seeing Heath Sterling, surprised, she opened the door: "Why are you here? Oh, I forgot to message you, no morning run today, sorry sorry."

Heath Sterling smiled: "No problem, I’m not here for a run, I’m here to bring breakfast."

With a quick motion, his hand flashed to the front, looking at Moira Young with a face seeking commendation.

"Why so polite, come in quickly, it’s cold outside."

Speaking, she pulled Heath Sterling in, found him slippers, and reached for the breakfast he brought.

She swore she absolutely did not just see yesterday’s bun and forget Aiden Webb’s words; she let Heath Sterling in.

"There’s porridge inside, you pour it into a bowl."

Moira Young spoke to the man outside as she placed things down in the kitchen: "Did you eat?"

Heath Sterling revealed his small tiger teeth: "Not yet, want to eat with you."

Saying this, he walked into the kitchen, adding: "Food tastes better when shared."

Moira Young laughed and nodded in agreement.

"The porridge is still hot." She took a sip, lifted her head, and looked at the man opposite her in surprise.

Heath Sterling raised his chin slightly: "Yeah, I ran back right after buying it."

"Thank you for your hard work."

Moira Young felt a bit guilty, never expected Heath Sterling to be so kind to her.

"No worries, it wasn’t hard, I have to eat too."

"Hehe." Hearing this, Moira Young returned a sweet smile.

After eating, the two lounged on the sofa.

"What are you going to do later?" Heath asked.

"Read some books."

"Going out for lunch?"

"No, why?"

Heath smiled, "Let’s go eat together then. I’ll take you skiing in the afternoon. How about that?"

"Really? I had no idea you could ski." Moira Young’s eyes widened. She’d been wanting to play in the snow, but yesterday Aiden Webb didn’t let her go downstairs for fear she’d catch a cold. Once he left, the snow stopped.

Unexpectedly, Heath invited her to play in the snow, which was just what she wanted.

"It’s settled then. You read first, and I’ll come get you early at noon." With that, Heath left.

At noon, once ready, Moira Young went downstairs. They had lunch together before heading to the ski resort.

The gear was somewhat heavy, and Heath knelt on one knee, holding a ski boot to help Moira put it on. She felt a bit embarrassed and refused several times but couldn’t resist Heath’s insistence.

As they stepped outside, Heath asked the visibly excited woman, "Have you done this before?"

Moira Young nodded, "I tried it when I was younger, but it’s been so long, I’ve probably lost my touch."

"I’ll teach you then."

With that, he found a double board and stood behind Moira, giving her hands-on guidance.

"Heath, you’re really amazing. I’m slowly getting the hang of it again. Didn’t expect you to be such a chemistry whiz," Moira shouted, glancing back at the man behind her.

Heath lowered his gaze, looking at her gently.

They played for a while longer and then started goofing around. Heath had Moira sit on the board, pushing her down the slope.

Listening to her excited squeals, Heath joined in the laughter, feeling quite content.

Once they had enough, Heath took her to a sauna to warm up, and they ate before returning to the apartment.

In the following days, Heath would show up at Moira’s place every day—bringing breakfast, taking her out, or just staying in to watch books or series with her.

Basically, his aim was to leave a lasting impression on Moira’s heart.

During these days, Joe, under Lee’s orders, started visiting Moira’s place. Seeing Heath bustling about there every day, Joe couldn’t help but feel a tinge of envy.

That evening, Joe was reluctant to leave, so the two cuddled up in bed, chatting away.

"Sis Moira, I noticed Heath comes to see you every day."

Moira pulled the blanket tighter, "He’s just a neighbor. It can be boring alone at home in winter; it’s nice to have someone to chat with."

"Really?" Joe appeared unconvinced, resting her head on Moira’s shoulder.

"Then what do you think he’s here for?" Moira rolled her eyes at Joe, feeling exasperated.

"Haven’t you thought he might have another purpose?"

Moira looked at Joe’s mischievous grin, pushing her back with a finger to her forehead and found it amusing, "What purpose? You’re just like my brother, seeing ghosts everywhere. He’s just my friend, alright, a pure friend."

Joe rolled her eyes, not buying the idea that men and women could be just friends. Anyone could see Heath had thoughts about Moira, although her artist was entirely absorbed with Julian Sinclair, oblivious to other men.

Shaking her head, Joe continued, "With Professor Webb and I, our minds are synchronized. I think..."

"Who are you saying isn’t with it, Joe Joe? Are you bad-mouthing your sister? Watch how I deal with you." Moira spoke while leaning over, pretending to tickle her, making Joe flee in panic. They fooled around for a bit before eventually going to sleep.

Heath, meanwhile, thought it was bad to keep eating out, so he learned to cook a few dishes himself.

From then on, Heath would unfailingly come to Moira’s place to cook lunch every day. Initially, Moira was against it, thinking it was burdensome for him. Eventually, Heath persuaded her, saying it was also to have company and reminding her that being too busy with scripts to eat regularly was unhealthy. Moira finally agreed, with Joe helping out in between as well.

Heath got on Joe’s good side by making her favorite dish whenever she was around and asking her to put in good words for him in front of Moira.

Joe, having received such kindness, nodded in agreement.

One morning, watching Heath knocking to deliver breakfast, Joe sighed and shook her head, "Poor man."

Heath, not hearing clearly, asked as he changed his shoes, "What did you just say?"

Joe stuck out her tongue and loudly replied, "Nothing, don’t mind me. It’s just a bad morning habit."

Only after seeing that Heath didn’t pursue it further did she relax.

You have to ask how this excellent young man compares to the wealthier Julian Sinclair or the more handsome Aiden Webb.

Tutting twice, she took the breakfast to the table.

"You’re up! Come eat; I bought pancakes, and the owner even inquired about you." Heath, seeing Moira come out, waved her over and pulled out a chair for her.

Joe sat opposite, watching Heath’s series of attentive actions, feeling a pang of sympathy for him. It took real courage for this guy.

But regardless, it was up to Moira to choose who she wanted to be with. Three men and one woman, the decision was in her hands, not theirs.

Seeing Moira livelier lately, Joe felt reassured. It seemed time would also help heal the wounds left by Julian Sinclair.

As the winter vacation began, the business world was buzzing with excitement as the competitive bidding contest was nearing its climax.

"Relax, wait for the good show tomorrow." Ira Irving hung up the phone, snorted at the bidding document on the computer screen.

At this moment, the Rhodes family house was brightly lit.

"Dad, why are we celebrating so early tonight?" Fiona Rhodes, looking at the table full of dishes and red wine, frowned slightly and grumbled disapprovingly.

"What do you know? If Mr. Irving agreed, shouldn’t we celebrate in advance?" Mr. Rhodes scolded.