Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 449: Gossip
Winning or losing doesn’t matter; what matters is that she’s happy.
Nearly an hour later, a woman’s joyful cheer echoed: "Ah, I won, hahaha, you have to promise me one condition."
Pointing at Julian Sinclair’s snowman which was still missing a head, Moira Young burst into laughter, scooping up a snowball and flinging it over.
The man raised an eyebrow, flexed his fingers, and smirked lightly: "The condition doesn’t matter, but sneak attacks don’t work." With that, he rolled a snowball and ran toward the woman.
Startled, Moira Young quickly ran forward: "Ah." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
For a while, laughter and the sound of breaking snowballs reverberated through the garden. Inside, Mrs. Miller and the butler leaned against the window, watching the two play without any concern for their image, and couldn’t help but break into a little smile.
"Alright, alright, I surrender." Moira Young was out of breath, nestled in the man’s embrace, begging for mercy.
"I want some interest."
"What?"
Before Moira Young could react, her cold red lips were captured, and the next second, she was being held and laid into the snow.
Snow-white, empty, only lovers, burning, consuming heart.
Later, they gave the snowman a nose, eyes, eyebrows, and even added Mr. Sinclair’s exclusive hat, took a picture, and then went back inside.
While changing clothes, Moira Young suddenly exclaimed in surprise: "Uncle, I think my cold is gone."
Outside the bathroom, Julian Sinclair responded, a smile playing on his lips; he wouldn’t hold back then.
...Boss, you never held back before either.
"When are you returning to school?"
At the dining table, Moira Young was stunned for a moment before saying, "I don’t want to go for now."
Julian Sinclair nodded: "Did you take a leave?"
"Not yet."
"I’ll handle it for you."
Moira Young’s lips curled into a gentle smile, her eyes rolling: "Uncle, can I go to your company with you?"
Julian Sinclair looked over: "You’ll have to get up early then."
"I promise I can," Moira Young said eagerly.
In the week that followed, Moira Young faithfully kept her promise, sticking to Julian Sinclair like clockwork.
"Mrs. Miller, thank you for your hard work today," Moira Young turned and said to the butler who followed her.
The butler was with Julian Sinclair, but since Moira Young came to the company, Julian Sinclair was concerned and assigned the elder to Moira Young’s side.
The butler bowed slightly: "Miss, it’s what I should do."
Moira Young shook her head: "You follow me every day, and I always run around. I feel a bit guilty."
"Miss, it’s alright. It’s my duty."
Moira Young smiled slightly and continued speaking to the butler: "Today I need to buy lunch for Uncle. He said they’ll be working overtime this afternoon."
The butler nodded, then listened as Moira Young added: "By the way, can you get some coffee for everyone and order some boxed lunches? Get something delicious. Uncle is busy and might not think of it. By the time the meeting ends, it’ll probably be past lunchtime."
"Alright, Miss, I’ll go right away." The butler turned to leave but was stopped by Moira Young once again, "I’ll handle Uncle’s lunch." She said with an embarrassed smile.
The butler nodded and walked off.
Actually, these tasks have always been handled by the butler. Even without Moira Young’s instructions, he already knew what to do.
Moira Young left the building and went to a nearby mall. There was a store there with dishes she always enjoyed, and she wanted Julian Sinclair to try them too.
"Hello."
The cashier raised her eyes; across stood a woman with a delicate, sweet appearance, dressed in haute couture, carrying a gentle fragrance. The cashier’s tone was indifferent: "What would you like?"
Moira Young was unfazed, stating her order and sitting on a nearby chair to wait.
At that moment, there weren’t many diners, allowing the cashier to observe closely.
"Table 57 is ready to check out." Another cashier came in halfway, poked the first one on the shoulder, and said.
Seeing that she was intently staring at a certain spot, ignoring her, she followed her gaze, looked for a while, and asked: "What are you looking at?"
The cashier snapped back, smacking her lips: "You didn’t see that woman?"
"What woman?" With the cashier’s direction, the latecoming cashier finally found the target. Looking twice without seeing anything unusual, she casually replied: "What’s with that woman?"
"Tsk tsk tsk, I said you don’t recognize quality." Casting a disdainful glance at her colleague, the cashier continued: "Look at the clothes she’s wearing. Hmph, do you know how much they cost?"
The colleague shook her head, and the two leaned in closer.
The cashier held up three fingers, and her colleague guessed: "Thirty thousand?"
While thirty thousand is expensive, it’s not an outrageous price; ordinary people could save for a few years and afford a set.
Who knew, once she said that, the cashier scornfully revealed, lowering her voice: "Three hundred thousand,"
"Three hundred thousand." The colleague exclaimed, quickly having her mouth covered by the first cashier, the two moved aside.
"No way, just that set costs so much, isn’t she just wearing a house down payment?"
The knowledgeable cashier snorted and continued: "What’s that? Did you see the necklace she’s wearing?"
The colleague nodded: "I noticed earlier. It’s really pretty."
"Pretty right, huh, do you know who designed it?" She glanced at her colleague and said: "It was created by a top designer from Milan, who only makes one piece of jewelry a year. That necklace she’s wearing around her neck is what he made this year."
"My goodness." The listener exclaimed, covering her mouth in disbelief.
"Do you know how much that necklace costs?"
"How... how much?"
"Eighty million, eighty million RMB!" The speaker was full of envy.
The listener nearly buckled in disbelief, eighty million, oh my! Eighty million she couldn’t spend in a lifetime! A villa hung around the neck just like that, it’s truly...
The cashier lamented, realizing her humble imagination was limited by her poverty.
"Well..." Just as she was about to ask more, the manager’s voice interrupted, making the two separate quickly. At this time, Moira Young’s number was called; she took the food boxes delivered by another cashier and left.
From afar, the woman’s gaze lingered, tinged with admiration and envy.
In the afternoon, a group was having lunch nearby when the topic of Moira Young appeared. This woman dismissively spoke: "Don’t be fooled by her brand names; who knows what sponsor is behind her."
Another person retorted: "Don’t say that; maybe she’s with a top executive, all dressed in branded clothes."
"Top executive, huh, have you seen her age? With my eye for people, she’s barely in her early twenties." The retorted person’s face soured, she resumed eating, avoiding the argument. She despised this woman, always belittling others, never exerting any effort herself, eye-rolling at others’ sponsors.
