Chapter 112: Chapter 112

Elias Sinclair shook his head, indicating that he wasn’t in a hurry to return to the company. Quinn Lockwood gave a gentle smile and hurriedly ran upstairs to get herself ready.

The man stood at the doorway, showing a look of disdain at Quinn Lockwood’s dirty and worn-out slippers, then he sat directly on the sofa, lightly tapping the solid wood table in front of him with his fingers, his expression inscrutable.

After a while, the man suddenly seemed to think of something and stood up to head to the study.

Upstairs, Quinn Lockwood took a shower, changed into some very comfy casual clothes, stuffed a few bites of food into her mouth hastily, and quickly went downstairs to find Elias Sinclair. When she got downstairs, she didn’t see him, and after scanning the room, she noticed the car keys were still on the table.

"Elias Sinclair? Elias Sinclair, where are you?" Her voice echoed through the hall.

Before the echo died down, Quinn Lockwood’s phone rang. Seeing the name on the screen, she wore a puzzled expression. When she picked up, two cold words came from the other end: "Study room."

Quinn Lockwood rolled her eyes dramatically, practically wanting to roast Elias Sinclair to the ground in her heart. How cold and domineering could this guy be? Couldn’t he just call out? They were so close yet he needed to call. Were all the big bosses of these corporations ...

As she pushed open the study room door, the sight of the man sitting at the desk came into view. Fresh chapters posted on ⓝovelFire.net

With the door open, a breeze came in through the window, slightly lifting the curtains. Elias Sinclair propped one hand on the table, gently rubbing his chin, shifting his gaze from the computer screen to Quinn Lockwood.

The sunlight from outside outlined his silhouette, causing Quinn Lockwood to pause, her heartbeat involuntarily quickening.

"Are you ready?" Elias Sinclair raised his brows, his gaze lingering on her still damp hair.

"Mm, we can leave now." Quinn Lockwood nodded at the door, her expression a bit anxious.

"I’ve waited so long for you; you can wait a little for me." The man stopped rubbing his chin, leaned back in his chair, and seeing her slightly stunned, smirked a bit.

"I have an urgent file to deal with. I’ll call you in 30 minutes, giving you time to rest for a while." Elias Sinclair retracted his gaze, seriously looking at the screen. Then he said, "Dry your hair."

"Oh...okay, I’ll be upstairs. Call me when you’re done." Quinn Lockwood pursed her lips, glanced at Elias Sinclair once more, and looked down.

Seeing her leave, Elias Sinclair leaned back in his chair, checked the time, and began to rest his eyes.

Half an hour later, he gently pushed open the door to Quinn Lockwood’s room and saw her curled up asleep in the corner of the sofa, a faint, uncatchable smile crossing his eyes. Then he gently draped a blanket over her, picked up a book from the table, and quietly started leafing through it.

Not even a quarter of an hour later, Quinn Lockwood woke up, sat up with a start, and seeing Elias Sinclair beside her, some of the unease in her eyes settled.

Noticing her thoughts, the man decisively closed the book, gave her a glance, and said, "What, afraid I’d leave you behind?"

"Did I sleep that long?" Quinn Lockwood tidied the blanket on her, glanced at the clock on the wall, not answering the man’s question.

"Not long, just over half an hour."

"Then let’s hurry and go. Can you take me to the hospital?" Quinn Lockwood quickly stood up, tugging Elias Sinclair’s arm to leave, a bit anxious.

Elias Sinclair’s gaze fell on the hand holding his arm, his expression changed slightly, then returned to normal, and he followed the girl downstairs.

When they reached the car, Quinn Lockwood realized she had been holding Elias Sinclair’s arm the entire time. She suddenly froze, feeling electrified all over, quickly let go, and awkwardly looked at Elias Sinclair.

Seeing him observe her without a word, Quinn Lockwood immediately moved to the side, maintaining a safe distance of a meter from him.

Quinn Lockwood had braced herself for Elias Sinclair’s sarcasm and anger, but he merely gave her an inscrutable look and said two words: "Get in."

Sitting in the passenger seat, Quinn Lockwood glanced at Elias Sinclair’s expression. Seeing he was still as stern and serious as ever, she relaxed. He probably thought she was too pitiful these past couple of days and didn’t want to argue with her.

After buying some nutrition products for Mr. Lowell, the two of them returned to the hospital.

"Dad, let me massage your legs. The doctor said frequent massages help with circulation." Quinn Lockwood sat on the chair next to the bed, rolled up her sleeves to start massaging but was stopped by Mrs. Lowell.

"You child, didn’t you already do that before you came back? The doctor said once every two days is enough. You, doing it twice a day." Mrs. Lowell patted Quinn Lockwood’s hand, glanced at Mr. Lowell, and continued:

"Savannah, this girl hasn’t eaten or drunk properly for days, taking care of everything big and small on her own, not letting Cameron or me worry."

Mr. Lowell’s hands slightly trembled. He sat up, looked at Quinn Lockwood, and slowly said, "Thank you for your hard work, Savannah."

"It’s nothing, Dad. It’s what I should do. It’s all my fault... if it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have..." Quinn Lockwood’s voice was choked with emotion. She held Mr. Lowell’s hand tightly, determination suddenly filling her gaze.

"Dad, as long as you’re healthy, I’ll do anything." She looked at Mr. Lowell, her eyes full of guilt.

"Dad, I won’t endorse anything, I won’t act anymore, I’ll... I’ll quit the entertainment industry. I won’t upset you anymore, just get better soon."

Mr. Lowell looked at his daughter’s earnest expression and reddened eyes, a pang of bitterness and gratitude filling his heart. He dabbed at the tears in the corners of his eyes and nodded with relief, murmuring, "Good, good, Savannah has grown up, Dad is glad..."

Elias Sinclair’s gaze lingered on Quinn Lockwood, his expression pausing, seemingly with a hint of something different.

"Elias, come here, let’s have a chat." Mr. Lowell noticed his gaze lingering on his daughter and his smile grew even more pronounced.

"Savannah used to be really immature and caused a lot of trouble. My health is getting worse. I hope you’ll take good care of her in the future." Mr. Lowell patted the bedside area, signaling him to sit down.

Elias Sinclair’s gaze swept over Quinn Lockwood. Seeing her face filled with embarrassment, he paused for a moment, then pressed his lips together and said, "I will."

Quinn Lockwood heard Elias Sinclair’s response, taking it as him comforting Mr. Lowell. She frowned at Elias Sinclair, then quickly shook her head and refused: "Dad, I can take care of myself. Those troublesome things aren’t that bad after all. I’m pretty popular now, with lots of brands wanting to work with me."

Mr. Lowell just glanced at her, pretending not to hear what she said, and continued chatting with Elias Sinclair about the two of them...