Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 419: Embrace

After the two finished eating, they said goodbye to Ms. Sloane. Moira Young took the New Year gift from Ms. Sloane and got in the car. After buying New Year supplies at the supermarket, they headed home.

Moira Young started organizing the items, putting the large and small bags on the table.

"Bro, the mall really has so many discounts for New Year, look, this used to cost eighty or ninety when I bought it before."

Aiden Webb glanced at the chocolate gift pack in Moira Young’s hand and shook his head helplessly.

After arranging all sorts of snacks, fruits, and vegetables, Moira Young held the couplets with some hesitation: "Bro, should we put up the couplets now?"

Aiden Webb took them from her: "Paste them on New Year’s Eve. Then we’ll tear down last year’s ones and welcome the new year."

"Oh yeah, okay, let me put them somewhere noticeable so I don’t forget when New Year’s comes."

Watching Moira Young’s joyful figure bouncing around, Aiden Webb’s gaze grew softer. This period of living together might be the happiest he’s been in years.

In the evening, while the two were preparing meals together, Aiden Webb’s phone rang.

"Bro, don’t move, I’ll get it for you."

Moira Young ran over, put the phone by Aiden Webb’s ear.

"Hello."

"Aiden, how’s your arm? I heard the cast is off." Mrs. Winslow gently scolded her husband, who was trying to snatch the phone, and spoke softly.

"Mom. Yes, it’s fine."

Moira Young couldn’t help but be curious about Aiden Webb’s family, so she leaned in to listen stealthily.

"That’s good. When are you coming back? It’s only two or three days until New Year, and you’re not back yet. Grandpa has been asking about you. Besides, how does it look for you to stay at a young girl’s place all the time?"

Aiden Webb frowned slightly, glanced at the leaning Moira Young, took the phone, handed Moira the spatula reassuringly, and left the kitchen.

"Mom, I’m not going back."

Mrs. Winslow was taken aback, her face fell: "Why aren’t you coming back? What are you doing at someone else’s place? It’s New Year’s, relatives and friends are coming, and you don’t want to come back, what are you thinking?"

"Moira is at home by herself, I’m worried."

"Aiden, enough. We believed you before, but not this time. You must come home for New Year. If not, your dad said he’ll send someone to find you. And if that little girl gets into trouble, don’t blame me for not warning you."

Aiden Webb’s brow furrowed deeply, replied coldly: "Okay." Then he hung up instantly, stayed silent for a while, and returned to the kitchen.

Moira Young quickly turned back to the stove, said to Aiden Webb as he entered: "Bro, it’s ready, we can eat now."

Aiden Webb nodded, and the two worked together to serve the dishes.

After eating for a bit, Moira Young couldn’t hold back and cautiously said, taking a sip of red wine: "Bro, did Aunt want you to go home?"

Aiden Webb’s face darkened immediately: "Don’t worry about it, just eat."

Moira Young bit her chopsticks, knowing she wasn’t wrong with her guess. She hoped Aiden Webb wouldn’t have a falling out with his family because of her.

"Bro, maybe you should go back." She leaned forward, "I’m okay by myself here, don’t forget Aunt and them. They probably haven’t seen you in a long time, and with New Year, not showing up doesn’t seem right."

Aiden Webb remained silent, eating.

Moira Young stood up, sat beside Aiden Webb: "Bro, I didn’t think it through before, just wanted to spend the holiday with you, didn’t consider Aunt and Uncle’s feelings. Look, if you don’t go back, Aunt will probably blame it on me, saying you got a new sister and forgot about your mother. She’ll have a bad impression of me without even meeting me. What will I do then?" With that, she hugged Aiden Webb’s arm and leaned her head on his shoulder as if distressed.

Aiden Webb put down his bowl and chopsticks, turned to face Moira Young: "Then come back with me."

Moira Young lifted her head quickly: "Bro, how could you be like this?"

She continued to complain: "I’m telling you to go back, why do you want to drag me along? I won’t, I’m scared."

Aiden Webb shrugged: "Then I won’t go back either."

"Bro, don’t be childish, I’m thinking for your sake. If you don’t go, Aunt will be furious. Moreover, bringing me along would be so awkward." Seeing Aiden Webb’s indifferent expression, Moira Young said: "It’s me, I’d feel awkward. It’s not the time yet, I can take care of myself. We can video call; so many people spend New Year by themselves, why can’t I? Do you look down on me?" 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Aiden Webb was a bit helpless, flicked Moira Young’s forehead, unsure how she came up with such thoughts.

"Anyway, I don’t care. You’re going back tomorrow, and after dinner, I’ll pack your luggage." Seeing Aiden Webb’s face turn completely dark, Moira Young still insisted: "This is my home, humph, I make the decisions."

She stood up, returned to her seat, quickly finished eating, and ran to Aiden Webb’s room to pack his things.

Aiden Webb leaned against the doorframe, frowned slightly, silently resisting.

"Done, I’ll wake you up tomorrow morning, send you downstairs. You can’t escape." Moira Young put the luggage in the living room, turned around, patted Aiden Webb’s shoulder resolutely and said.

"Moira." Aiden Webb felt a pang of tenderness.

Moira Young pulled Aiden Webb: "Bro, don’t worry about me, I’m grown up, I can handle spending New Year. You should send me lots of red envelopes, and I’ll send you pictures of my homemade New Year’s Eve dinner. Make sure you bring me some tasty stuff from home if it can be packed, and bring them back for me."

She led him back to his room, placed her index fingers on Aiden Webb’s cheeks, lifting them: "Come on, smile!"

Aiden Webb cooperatively curled his lips, but the smile was fleeting: "I’ll send you a big red envelope, and mom’s one will be saved for you too."

"Good." Moira Young smiled, replying repeatedly, "Then I’ll go to my room now, haven’t read today."

Aiden Webb rubbed Moira Young’s hair: "Go ahead."

Aiden Webb watched her enter her room, stood outside for a while, then entered his own room.

Moira Young leaned against her door, hearing the sound, hurried into her bed, her eyes slightly damp.

The next morning, she got up early, made breakfast, then went to call Aiden Webb. They ate, and Moira Young helped carry his luggage downstairs, where the driver was waiting.

"Remember to video call." Aiden Webb patted Moira Young’s head, somewhat worried.

Moira Young smiled helplessly and hugged Aiden Webb tightly: "Brother, a hug before you leave."

Aiden Webb chuckled, returned the hug tightly, and then got in the car.

Moira Young waved until the car was out of sight, breathed out, and turned back upstairs.

She felt a bit weak as she climbed onto the sofa, looked up at the ceiling, lost in thought: Aunt shouldn’t blame me, right? Wondering what brother would eat when he goes back, is it lively there? Oh, it’s the 29th of the month already. At this time before, I’d be lazily sleeping, waiting for Luke...