Chapter 160: Chapter 160
"Savannah, Savannah, don’t be afraid, it’s okay now, I’ll take you home right away." The usual clear voice was now filled with worry and a tenderness never heard before, making Quinn Lockwood, whose consciousness was hazy, want to open her eyes to see who was whispering by her ear.
In her daze, Quinn Lockwood felt that the figure was immensely familiar, the warm and solid chest bringing a sense of comfort and warmth: "Elias Sinclair? You finally came."
Forcing a smile, Quinn Lockwood could no longer hold on and collapsed into his arms, as if she had been waiting with all her willpower for this person to come.
Elias Sinclair’s face froze, not daring to hesitate any longer, he quickly picked up Quinn Lockwood and headed towards the rescue team, his usually cold eyes now tinted with a redness he himself hadn’t realized.
After having her wounds treated in the hospital and receiving an IV, due to the psychological shadow left by his mother’s resuscitation back then, the familiar smell made the drowsy Quinn Lockwood struggle against staying in the hospital.
Seeing this, Elias Sinclair had no choice but to take her home, carrying her back to his own room.
This action simply left the servants stunned and unable to believe it for a long time!
The gentleman actually held the madam with such gentle eyes, and most importantly, placed her on his own bed!!
Everyone knew that before, even if the madam took a step into the gentleman’s room, she would be harshly driven out. What happened now? Could it be that the madam is pregnant?
The servants had all sorts of speculations, but they all agreed on one thing: they must take good care of the madam and obey her in everything.
Elias Sinclair arranged for a group of private doctors to stay at The Sinclair Family’s house to keep an eye on Quinn Lockwood’s condition, and he himself stayed by her side, never leaving. Finally, during the middle of the night, the frail girl finally awoke.
"I... ow, it hurts." Quinn Lockwood tried to lift her arm with some difficulty to prop herself up but felt a wave of pain.
The sunlight streaming through the curtains felt blinding to Quinn Lockwood, who had been unconscious for a day and a night. She struggled to open her heavy eyelids and felt she was enveloped in a vast white expanse.
Could she already be dead? Never thought that even the souls of the dead could feel pain.
Seeing her finally awake, the man’s furrowed brows relaxed somewhat. His large hand gently covered her forehead, his expression full of worry.
"Don’t move, the wounds were hard to treat, do you want to feel the pain again?" The man’s voice had a slight hoarseness, and his eyes were a bit red, looking at Quinn Lockwood with a gaze full of tenderness.
This stunned her for a moment, as if she couldn’t believe it, Quinn Lockwood tried hard to open her eyes wider to see clearly who the man really was.
This face was so familiar, was it Elias Sinclair? No, that’s not right, wasn’t she dead? Could ghosts also dream?
In real life, Elias Sinclair would never look at her with such eyes!
As the woman stared straight at him, Elias Sinclair’s eyebrows furrowed again, and his voice turned cold: "Why are you looking at me like that? Still regret that the one who saved you wasn’t Jonah Hansen or Dylan Quinn?"
It was only then that Quinn Lockwood realized she wasn’t dead, nor dreaming, but truly still alive! It took her a while to react, and upon looking around, she discovered she was actually in Elias Sinclair’s room!
No, no, it must still be a dream. How could Elias Sinclair possibly allow her into his room?
She pinched her thigh hard, and the sharp pain brought Quinn Lockwood back to her senses.
Seeing the woman lost in thought, Elias Sinclair’s face turned frighteningly steely: "What? Are you thinking about which one of them?"
Looking at the man in front of her, with tightly knit brows and a cold expression like an iceberg, Quinn Lockwood finally came to realize that this person truly was Elias Sinclair.
She vaguely remembered that before she fell unconscious, she seemed to hear the man constantly comforting her with words of endearment, causing ripples to surge in her heart.
It truly was him who saved her.
The man who first arrived when she was most helpless and desperate.
Looking at his current poker face, Quinn Lockwood felt that Elias Sinclair seemed like a child throwing a tantrum.
She couldn’t help but tug at the corners of her mouth, raising her other hand to gently smooth the wrinkles on his brow.
"Why are you acting so grumpy again?" The woman’s voice was still weak, and her small hands were icy. The smooth, cold touch made Elias Sinclair instinctively grasp her hand, holding it tightly, as if he wanted to pass his warmth to her.
Quinn Lockwood’s fingertips trembled, instinctively wanting to pull her hand back, but her hand was held even more firmly by the man’s warm large hand.
Perhaps she truly scared him. After all, if something really happened to her, he would have a hard time explaining it to The Lowell Family and Grandpa Sinclair.
Recalling the way Elias Sinclair comforted her on the deserted island, a smile unconsciously tugged at Quinn Lockwood’s lips, with something in her eyes even she hadn’t noticed, warming her heart.
In the flickering light of the room, looking at the safe and sound Quinn Lockwood, Elias Sinclair only felt a sense of relief settle in his heart.
He called a few doctors over to check on Quinn Lockwood’s condition, then went downstairs to bring up a bowl of congee.
"The doctor said to eat something light first." The man sat by the bed, his clear voice echoing faintly, and the deep, dark eyes seemingly flickered with an unnatural light. Fınd the newest release on noveⅼfire.net
Quinn Lockwood stared blankly at him. This man was indeed very handsome, with a chiseled and cold-offish face marked by sharp angles, and at this moment, his gallant eyebrows exuded a ripple, revealing a touch of tenderness.
Gently lifting the person on the bed up, feeling the warm hormonal scent emanating from Elias Sinclair, Quinn Lockwood’s heartbeat unconsciously sped up, and she was a bit embarrassed to look at him.
Though it was just a bowl of congee, for some reason, Quinn Lockwood felt it had a bit of sweetness to it.
It seemed she had indeed become daft from the fall.
"Sleep." After settling Quinn Lockwood in, Elias Sinclair got up to leave, but she instinctively grabbed his wrist.
Out of pure instinct, Quinn Lockwood’s face turned red with embarrassment, and she coughed lightly.
"Um... will you sleep... in the guest room?" Unnaturally blinking her eyes, Quinn Lockwood asked.
She had taken over Elias Sinclair’s bed and didn’t know where this picky, clean-freak of a man would sleep, but surely, he wouldn’t sleep in her room.
Barely perceptibly raising an eyebrow, the deep black eyes revealed no emotion, the man spoke softly: "The sofa."
"Oh..." Quinn Lockwood lightly bit her lip, and the corners of her mouth lifted slightly.
Like a dream, Quinn Lockwood seemed to see a man with a stern expression quietly sitting by her bed, and she tried hard to open her eyes to see him clearly, but her eyelids felt unbearably heavy.
The next morning, Quinn Lockwood was awakened by a cold towel on her forehead.
"Huh?" She opened her eyes to see Elias Sinclair frowning as he looked at her.