Chapter 121: Chapter 121

Quinn Lockwood slowly moved her head out from under the blanket, secretly watching Elias Sinclair with her eyes.

Sunlight poured in through the window, highlighting the man’s strong and tall silhouette. The top shirt button was undone, revealing a sexy collarbone, and his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down with the motion of swallowing.

Quinn involuntarily swallowed, her eyes fixed, unable to snap back to reality for a long time.

Suddenly, Elias seemed to sense something, casually glanced at the woman in front of him, stood up, and moved the laptop from the coffee table to in front of him. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ nοvelfire.net

"Uh... are you hungry...?" Quinn’s face turned tomato red with embarrassment and shyness.

Elias glanced at the time and slowly said, "Not hungry."

"Well, I’m hungry. I’ll go... check the kitchen." Quinn slightly forced a smile at the man in front of her, as if trying to conceal something, and limped toward the kitchen, not daring to look at him anymore.

Elias watched her back, a faint smile appearing on his lips before he got up and followed her.

Quinn rummaged around and only took out two delicate and cute cream cakes from the fridge, handing one to Elias.

"Here, this is for you!"

The man looked at the cake with the Brown Bear print she held, and frowned slightly.

"Sorry, I forgot you never eat these." Seeing the change in his expression, Quinn quickly pulled back the cake in her hand.

"No worries." Elias’s expression softened a bit, his gaze falling on the cake, yet he directly scooped Quinn up in his arms.

Quinn was startled by his sudden move, struggled a couple of times, but due to the cake in her hands, she hurriedly said, "Hey, hey, what are you doing?"

"You’re injured, don’t move around." The man’s warm breath brushed against Quinn’s side face, inexplicably calming her down until Elias laid her on the bedroom bed, and she finally came to her senses.

"It’s just a scrape, not like my leg is broken, I can move." Quinn shook her leg to show she could move freely.

Suddenly, her smile froze, and she winced, saying, "It... just hurts a little."

Elias looked at Quinn’s expression, not answering her, instead he opened Quinn’s wardrobe, taking in the array of clothing, frowned, and coolly asked, "Which one to wear?"

Quinn placed one of the cakes on the bedside table, opened the one in her hand, planning to take a bite, but his question startled her, unsure how to respond.

"Sleepwear." When the man’s cold and serious voice sounded again in her ear, she understood.

"Oh, oh, the top row on the left, that blue one." Quinn pointed in the direction of the clothes, smiled lightly at Elias, and because she forgot to take a spoon, took a big bite of the cake directly with her mouth.

The sweet flavor filled her mouth, and Quinn instantly felt fulfilled in life, even her foot didn’t hurt as much.

Seeing the pajamas with the Big Yellow Duck print, Elias showed a trace of disdain, took the pajamas, and walked towards the woman who was still engrossed with eating.

"Thanks, I can do it myself." Quinn hurriedly put down the cake, reached out to take the pajamas, but suddenly felt something wrong, looked up at Elias who was still standing by the bed.

Just as she was about to ask why he wasn’t leaving, the man suddenly leaned down, his bony hand reaching towards her.

Quinn’s eyes widened, hastily clutching her collar, looking guarded.

Elias raised an eyebrow, his finger touched Quinn’s cute nose, gently wiped off some cream, then showed her his cream-smeared finger, his tone clearly laced with distaste and teasing.

"What did you think? That I’d help you change clothes?" Elias gave her a slight glance, turned around to leave, his thin lips curving into a charming arc.

Seeing him leave, Quinn sighed in relief, always feeling that today’s Elias was a bit different, but couldn’t pinpoint exactly where.

After changing clothes, Quinn lay idly on the bed for a while without seeing Elias return, watching the dreamcatcher at the window.

"He’s probably busy working in the study, or hanging out in another room." With this thought, Quinn puffed up her cheeks, planning to take a bath, thinking she could rest early.

When Elias returned to Quinn’s room, holding several meal boxes, he didn’t see Quinn. He frowned slightly, just about to leave when he heard the sound of running water from the bathroom.

Placing the meal boxes on the table, Elias took a finely made gray pajama from the wardrobe drawer and began changing in the room.

The man glanced at the white shirt he just took off, noticing some wrinkles on it, he frowned slightly, then sat down on the couch, fingers tapping gently on the coffee table, as if waiting for something.

But not long after, noises of something falling accompanied by Quinn’s scream came from the bathroom...

Elias’s expression suddenly turned anxious, instinctively running over and pulling the bathroom door open.

He saw Quinn leaning against the sink, the bandages on her arm showing bloodstains, one slipper flung aside...

"What happened?" The man looked at Quinn, with a hint of anger in his voice.

"I... Elias, you... what are you doing here, you..." Quinn quickly pulled a towel over herself, eyes wide with panic.

Elias stood frozen, looking at the woman on the floor, her wet hair in disarray from panic, dripping down the side of her face, landing on her white, sexy neck and collarbone. Her flushed cheeks under the subtle steam were like ripe apples, making her even more alluring and tempting.

For a moment, Elias felt like his heart skipped a beat.

"I..." Quinn bit her lip tightly, looking at the man in front of her, not knowing what to do.

Elias suppressed his inner turmoil, quickly grabbing a large towel nearby, wrapping it around Quinn, and while she was in a daze, he scooped her up and returned her to the bed.

"Hands out." Elias looked at the woman who didn’t dare lift her head to face him, his expression a bit complex.

"I-I’m fine." Quinn pursed her lips, hesitating to speak.

Seeing this, the man forcibly took her arm, unwrapped the bandage, and upon seeing the bleeding wound, his brows knitted together, speaking with a trace of anger: "Where’s the first-aid kit?"

"Under the coffee table in the living room." Quinn’s hand gripped the towel’s edge tightly, her voice a bit aggrieved.

"Okay." Elias put down her arm and got up to walk to the door, but just as he opened it, something seemed to come to mind. He frowned, walked back into the bathroom.

"Change into this." He threw the pajamas to the still-stunned Quinn, then turned and left.

Once the man left, Quinn slowly lifted her head, bit her lip, and adjusted the knot of the towel around her chest.

After a moment, she slowly got up and changed into the pajamas.