Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 427: Joy

Mrs. Miller hastily raised her glass: "Oh my, yes, yes, as long as you’re happy. Seeing you two reconcile, I can finally be at ease. Don’t drink too quickly, take your time."

Initially, she was unaware of Moira Young and Julian Sinclair’s breakup. It wasn’t until later, when she noticed Moira not coming home, that she called Julian and found out. Seeing them back together as if nothing had happened, she felt relieved.

"Yes, Mrs. Miller." Moira responded obediently, smiling at Julian and ate the piece of meat he fed her.

Turning to Adrian, who was looking quite bitter, she poured a glass of red wine and said, "This glass is to thank you, Adrian. I’ll make up for the gift later, hehe. Uncle said you should take good care of me."

Adrian looked constipated, chuckled twice, and reluctantly raised his glass.

"What, not satisfied?" Julian looked over casually.

The coward opposite suddenly changed his expression, beaming: "Come, come, come, cheers. Moira, no need to be so formal. Of course I’ll take care of you and your Uncle. I must take good care of both of you."

Moira burst into laughter, throwing her head back and drinking her wine. Julian seized the opportunity to clink glasses with Adrian, who hadn’t withdrawn his, and drank up too.

Adrian felt utterly miserable, glancing at the couple across from him who had deceived him, tears of bitterness welled up as he drank his wine sip by sip.

He seriously doubted whether he owed them something in a past life for him to act like a nanny in this one.

Those around him saw his aggrieved expression and burst into laughter.

The glasses were refilled. Moira faced the man next to her, looking at his handsome face under the light, someone she was so familiar with, treasured in her heart, and felt a slight sting in her nose as she gently smiled.

"Mr. Sinclair, I want to thank you for being willing to come back."

Light gleamed in Julian’s eyes as he leaned over slightly and kissed her on the forehead: "I never left."

Tears welled at the corners of Moira’s eyes, which Julian gently wiped away. The two clinked their glasses and drank in one go.

The three people around them felt as though they’d finally found sweetness after bitterness, especially Adrian, who let out a small sigh of relief.

"Alright, if you’re going to be mushy, go do it in the room. I want to enjoy my meal," Adrian pouted, reaching out to grab a piece of meat and popped it into his mouth.

"Okay, then we won’t get you all sour, Adrian. Uncle, let me feed you this. Mrs. Miller made this super delicious." With that, Moira picked up a piece and fed it to him.

Laughter erupted around them. After dinner, everyone gathered around the small coffee table to play mahjong, with Julian helping out. They had Adrian crying out that it wasn’t fair.

Outside, red lanterns hanging along the street swayed with the wind, their candlelight casting a warm glow, adding a touch of spring makeup to the winter celebrations.

"Forget it, let’s have Moira play. You can step down," someone suggested during a game halfway through. Julian had joined the table, and this time he had crushed Adrian completely, while Mr. and Mrs. Miller had won a lot, grinning from ear to ear.

The four of them looked toward the sofa, and there was Moira holding a wine bottle, her head drooping down.

"How did she drink so much wine?" Mrs. Miller asked worriedly.

Julian found it amusing, as he hadn’t kept an eye on her for a while, and there she was, having a great time drinking so much despite being hurt. She needed to be punished.

He stood up, playfully tapped her small, delicate nose, and then lifted her up.

"Everyone can stay over tonight, we have enough rooms. I’ll take Moira back to the room first."

Mrs. Miller stood up after him: "Alright, I’ll make some hangover soup and bring it over later."

Julian replied over his shoulder and carried her upstairs.

Watching their retreating figures, Adrian muttered under his breath about the old fox.

Once in bed, Moira rolled in and started hugging the blanket, even smacked her lips sweetly.

The man was amused, laughing from the chest: "What a little fool."

Moira fell asleep, dreaming of eating the egg custard buns she had at the morning market, soft and glutinous, smooth and delicious, eating one after another.

Suddenly, she started to feel short of breath, muttering as she half-opened her eyes, only to see Julian’s closed long eyes and his face full of tenderness.

As soon as she opened her mouth, he swept in, entangling her until she was completely defeated.

The room was filled only with the intermittent sounds of heavy breaths, a consistent sense of allure, with the temperature rising, a slight sweat climbing up her neck, unsure who wiped it away.

Downstairs, Adrian saw Mrs. Miller with a hangover soup about to head upstairs. He stopped her: "Mrs. Miller, no need to take it up, they probably already have their hangover remedy upstairs."

Mrs. Miller hadn’t caught on yet, but the butler understood immediately, exchanged a glance with Adrian, and led his wife back: "Alright then, I’ll drink the soup myself. Getting old, a little drink and I can’t handle it anymore." With that, the butler took the hangover soup and led Mrs. Miller to the kitchen.

Adrian sighed and went upstairs, considering for a moment but decided against eavesdropping.

If you’re wondering why.

Ha, in the middle of the night, isn’t this just torturing a single dog!

The next day, Mrs. Miller got up first, went downstairs to tidy up, and began preparing breakfast. One after another, the others woke up.

Looking at the woman sleeping soundly in his arms, her cheeks lit by the sunlight seeping through and glowing brightly, Julian’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He turned over and embraced her tightly for a good while until he was almost waking her, before he stopped.

"Uncle," Moira mumbled with half-open eyes, her small hand smacked against his smooth, sturdy arm, "I’m still sleepy." Her mumbles were cute, making his heart tremble, as he pressed against her without giving her a chance.

"You’re annoying, go away, stop it, don’t move, Uncle, Julian!!! Julian..."

The room was filled with her tender voice asking for mercy, but the man was unmoved, only lowering his voice to softly coax: "Be good."

It wasn’t until almost noon that Julian finally went downstairs. Adrian was on the sofa, full of disdain.

"Mrs. Miller and the others left," he said, glancing around before addressing the man on the sofa.

"Wow, why don’t you just come down at night, tsk tsk tsk."

Julian looked immensely satisfied, like a well-fed lion, lazily sipping his tea as he settled into the sofa, casually replying: "Jealous?"

Adrian’s eyes widened, almost furious enough to have smoke coming out of his ears: "Look at you. No wonder Moira always calls you a jerk, you’re truly ungrateful. Shouldn’t you remember who set you up? If it weren’t for me, would you be so pleased so quickly?"

"Heh," Julian sipped his tea before continuing, "when are you leaving?"

??? What’s this now??? Now he’s burning bridges after crossing them.

"Julian, I helped out this much, even if there wasn’t any hard work, there was some effort, right? You made me lose so much last night without any compensation, and now you want me to leave, no way."

Julian squinted slightly, standing up casually.

"I give you five minutes to disappear, or else you won’t get a thing."