Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 404: News

"What?"

Seeing Adrian Grant turn his head to look at her, Moira Young quickly shook her head, "Nothing. Did he not give you any hints?"

He waved his hand, "You know what kind of person he is. If you really want to know, ask him properly when he returns."

Moira Young bit her lip. How should she ask? The two of them are strangers now. Thinking this, she despondently rested her chin on her knees.

"Don’t worry, some things are quite complicated. Perhaps what you know isn’t true," Adrian Grant comforted her.

Looking out as the snowflakes started to fall again, he reclined on the sofa with a sigh, "Ah, who would have thought I’d become a confidant brother?"

Moira Young burst into laughter.

"When are you leaving?"

"Kicking me out as soon as you’re in a good mood, huh?" Adrian Grant complained.

"It’s snowing; hurry back home, or it might not be safe," Moira Young explained helplessly.

Adrian Grant pouted, "Tsk, tsk, this girl was indeed raised by Julian Sinclair."

"Alright, I get it. I’ll leave after finishing this cup of coffee you made by hand."

Moira Young motioned for him to go ahead, then picked up the script beside her.

Time passed by the second, the snow outside stopped after a while, and the sunset fell on the tree branches.

Adrian Grant covered Moira Young with a blanket, looked at the sleeping girl in front of him, sighed, and turned to leave.

Julian Sinclair, you’d better hurry up and stop making the little girl sad.

Sitting in the sports car, loosening the first two buttons on his shirt, he smiled and drove towards the night’s destination.

The film crew.

Aiden Webb had finally wrapped up a busy day. He slowly opened the car door and sat in the accompanying business car, eyes full of deep worry.

"Mr. Webb, where to?"

Aiden Webb rubbed his eyebrows, "Jincheng Garden, and buy some food on the way."

The assistant nodded, started the car, and drove away from the set with him.

"Moira."

Aiden Webb gently woke up the still-sleeping Moira Young.

Moira Young stirred, waking from her sleep. Seeing Aiden Webb before her, she smiled, "Why are you here again, brother?"

"Worried about you."

The two walked from the small living room to the kitchenette.

"Wow, it smells good. Is it from Big Fish Kitchen?"

Aiden Webb nodded, "Go wash your face first."

Moira Young quickly tidied up and came out.

"I’m so hungry; it seems Brother Adrian has left."

Opening the lunch box, Aiden Webb asked, "Adrian Grant came by?"

"Yeah, just after you left."

Looking carefully at Moira Young’s expression, he noticed she looked much better and felt relieved.

"Eat more."

Moira Young remembered her appetite from the past few days, and with a bit of embarrassment, she smiled, "Definitely."

After the two finished eating, Aiden Webb didn’t stay long and just told Moira Young to rest well before leaving.

After washing up and drying her hair, Moira looked at the clock on the wall, bit her lip, took her phone from the table, set aside the hairdryer, and jumped onto the bed.

With her fair and skinny fingers, she opened the contacts on her screen.

"Julian... found it."

After hesitating for a while, she closed her eyes and pressed the call button.

"Beep beep beep... Sorry, the number you have dialed is unavailable. Please try again later, sorry..."

Dejectedly, she hung up the call, snuggled into the blanket, and after a while, dialed again.

After trying several times, Moira Young tossed the phone aside, mumbled something, and nestled into the quilt to sleep.

Julian Sinclair, I hope, as Brother Adrian said, that none of this is true.

Since that day, Moira Young suppressed her emotions and hadn’t called Julian Sinclair again, but the disappointment lingered, never dissipating.

The next day at noon.

She slowly got out of bed, ordered takeout, and was about to eat when her phone rang suddenly and urgently.

Seeing the caller ID, she pressed the answer button, "Joe, what’s up?"

"Moira, I’m so glad. It sounds like you’re much better. Seems like you’ve finally regained your energy." Joe’s excited voice came from the other end.

Keeping on the speaker, Moira Young ate lunch while listening to Joe chattering non-stop.

"Let me tell you, a magazine shoot is coming up in a couple of days. I heard it’s for the new spring collection; ahh, I want to buy clothes."

Briefly glancing at the things Adrian Grant and Heath Sterling brought her, Moira Young moved her lips but couldn’t bring herself to dampen Joe’s spirits.

"I’ll go with you then."

"Really? Moira, you’re the best!" Joe cheered over the phone.

Moira Young hesitated for two seconds but finally asked, "Winter is not over yet, and you’re sure about spring clothes?"

Joe nodded vigorously, "The new styles are out; grabbing them is like earning money. How can we not buy them? Aren’t you planning to get any, Moira?"

"Not really interested." Moira Young lowered her gaze. She had too many clothes, all privately tailored, and found no need to fight over popular brands that anybody could wear.

While the two were chatting happily, Moira’s news notification flashed suddenly.

A headline popped up online: Up-and-coming actress undergoes plastic surgery, undeniable evidence, [photos].

This news exploded online. Recently, things were indeed peaceful and happy, with no drama to consume. Suddenly, a big story emerged, sending the internet into a frenzy.

Moira Young instinctively clicked to look, and the deeper she read, the heavier she felt.

Because the protagonist of this news was none other than Moira Young herself.

Many actresses had previously been caught in plastic surgery scandals, but almost all were much ado about nothing, eventually fading out. Moira Young never imagined she’d face such a day.

Glancing at the various condemnations online, she curled her lips, eyes filled with unshakeable sorrow.

Julian Sinclair had said before, to survive in the entertainment industry, you must withstand pressures and criticisms that ordinary people cannot bear. If she couldn’t handle even these, it would prove she wasn’t cut out for this line of work.

Elsewhere on the webpage.

"Oh my God, no way. At least give us a high-def picture, why censor it?"

"Just wait, in a few minutes, we’ll know who it is."

"Exactly, this generation of netizens is quite capable."

Sure enough, ultra-clear pictures were exploded out by a major influencer, with words full of confirmation.

"I told you, how could this woman be naturally that beautiful."

"No way, she’s my goddess!"

"I always thought she was all natural, turns out she had work done too. Disillusioned."

"There’s nothing real in the entertainment circle; believe it or not, everyone’s had something done."

"Ha, don’t mess around, alright? Of course, there are; my idol Webb hasn’t."

"I wouldn’t have remembered if you hadn’t mentioned it, but didn’t this woman have a scandal with him? You think he’d feel sick if he knew."

"Hahaha, don’t say that; it paints quite the picture."

"Can you be more respectable? How do you know if it’s true? Don’t just say whatever comes to mind."

"You bunch of haters, get out of here."

"Who are you calling names?"

Online, chaos erupted instantly. Not only were Moira Young’s fans divided into two camps, but Aiden Webb’s fans were also dragged in. A three-way verbal brawl ensued, with the bystanders watching the drama unfold, occasionally adding fuel to the fire.