Chapter 138: Chapter 138

Dylan was slightly taken aback by her words, then followed Ariana into a café.

"What do you want to tell me?" Dylan frowned slightly, giving her a scrutinizing look. Although Quinn hadn’t said anything on the surface, he could tell she definitely disliked Ariana.

Ariana brushed her hair off her forehead and chuckled softly, "We’ve been partners for so long, why are you still so wary of me? I’m here because I saw your attempts to court Savannah failed, and I wanted to give you some pointers."

"You must have noticed too, Mr. Sinclair seems to have feelings for Savannah. A man like him, who stands at the top, if he truly started pursuing Savannah, she would surely agree."

Upon hearing this, Dylan’s clear eyes darkened instantly. It wasn’t that he hadn’t considered Elias having feelings for Quinn. He could clearly feel the anger and danger flashing in that man’s eyes every time he was with Quinn.

But he couldn’t be sure just yet, especially since there had always been rumors that Elias detested Quinn, and a prominent family like the Sinclairs wouldn’t allow a woman from the entertainment industry into their home. But if Elias persisted...

Thinking of this, Dylan felt a hint of threat and realized he needed to act first.

He looked up at Ariana, seeming to ponder something, then asked, "Why are you telling me this?"

Ariana took a small sip of her coffee, meeting Dylan’s gaze, and said slowly, "I do have my own motives. My father has always intended to marry into the Sinclair Group. If you manage to win Savannah, that would give me an opportunity."

Although she was currently with Jonah Hansen, Ariana felt his status was simply incompatible with hers. If it weren’t for her identity as the Lockwood heiress, Jonah couldn’t have achieved what he has now. Compared to Mr. Sinclair, who is naturally regal, Jonah was nothing. If she could win Mr. Sinclair’s favor, it would be ideal...

Seeing her candid expression, Dylan felt reassured. After all, matters like family alliances were usually not something shared casually.

"If I were to confess to Savannah, what would be the best opportunity? Do you think she has feelings for me?" Dylan’s tone was somewhat hesitant.

He couldn’t be sure whether Quinn liked him or not, but apart from Ariana, there was no one else he could ask for advice.

"Of course, it should be soon, how about in the evening with romantic lights, bouquets, and fireworks? It’s sure to succeed," Ariana suggested thoughtfully, suppressing her inner excitement while brainstorming for Dylan.

"I noticed Savannah relies on you a lot. Every time you come to the crew, she lights up with joy. I’ve never seen her so passionate about anyone." With that, she covered her mouth and laughed slightly, "She looks just like an adorable girl seeing her boyfriend."

A gentle smile reappeared on Dylan’s face, convinced that Savannah had feelings for him as well. He then stood up and said, "Thanks for your help. I need to prepare for this, so I’ll leave now. Feel free to stay."

Ariana smiled meaningfully and then savored her coffee.

Today the coffee was indescribably rich and aromatic...

When the crew wrapped up the next day, Dylan insisted on taking Quinn to a ’secret base’ for dinner.

"Why are you suddenly treating me to dinner? You’re not going to ask me for a favor, are you?" Quinn sat in the car, looking at Dylan with a puzzled expression.

"As a matter of fact, I do have something, but it can wait until after dinner," the elegantly handsome young man beside her chuckled softly, deliberately keeping it a secret.

They were seated on the second floor by the window, with the same setting of just the two of them. However, this time, the restaurant was filled with romantic and suggestive music.

Though they were engaged in cheerful conversation, Dylan’s tender gaze made Quinn extremely uneasy. Just as she was about to ask about his unusual behavior, the sound of fireworks outside drew her attention.

Spectacular fireworks lit up the night sky, vibrant colors vying to illuminate the heavens, decorating the sky with splendid brilliance — roses one moment, and cornflowers the next...

Quinn was thoroughly captivated; it was her first time seeing such beautiful fireworks.

Then, with a snap, all the lights on the second floor went out. Before she could turn around, a pair of cold hands covered her eyes.

"Don’t move, just wait a moment." Dylan’s gentle voice came through beside her ear.

Quinn froze. Although she didn’t move, her brows furrowed slightly. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NoveI-Fire.ɴet

After some rustling sounds, Dylan slowly turned her around, took a few steps forward, then gradually released her eyes.

A huge heart created from flowers, stuffed animals, and cute starlights greeted Quinn, leaving her completely expressionless.

Oh my God! A confession?

"Savannah, I’ve always wanted to tell you..." Dylan’s eyes were full of determination, though he seemed a bit nervous as he pursed his lips and placed his hands on Quinn’s shoulders.

"I like you, can we be together? Be it the company or the fans, I’ll clear all obstacles for you." Dylan looked at her earnestly, a hint of anticipation on his face, and his hands on her shoulders trembled slightly.

Quinn was caught off guard by his sudden confession. Seeing that Dylan wasn’t joking in the slightest, she quickly took a step back, evading his touch, and looked seriously at him.

"Are you practicing with me? Well, you’ve done a great job." Quinn hoped Dylan would admit he was joking. She didn’t want their relationship to become awkward.

Though Dylan was a nice guy, she had more pressing matters to attend to and had no time for romance.

Besides, her feelings for Dylan seemed more like those of a sister towards a brother...

"No, I really like you. Over time, I’ve become more certain of my feelings for you. I want to openly take care of you and protect you," Dylan said, his fair face showing a tinge of embarrassment as he blinked uncomfortably, eyes filled with undisguised affection.

"Dylan, I think you might be mistaken about your feelings. We’ve always been good friends, haven’t we? You probably think we get along so well because of our personalities. It’s getting late; I should go, or I won’t be able to get up tomorrow."

With that, Quinn casually patted Dylan on the shoulder, her light-hearted tone causing Dylan to lower his gaze, seeming a bit dejected.

Meanwhile, Ariana had arranged to meet Freya Caldwell tonight.

"Faye, I’ve wanted to meet you for a while, but the crew has been having a lot of trouble because of Savannah’s issue, and I haven’t had the time. Please don’t be mad at me," Ariana said warmly as she wrapped her arm around Freya’s, pulling out a chair for her at the table.