Chapter 164: Chapter 164

These past few days, he indeed hasn’t had much opportunity to have a proper conversation with Quinn Lockwood. Every day, she’s either busy elsewhere or at home studying the script. He heard that a few days ago she went to Aethelgard Island to film a survival show; she must be exhausted.

Quinn Lockwood tried hard to keep her smile natural and sweet, her big watery eyes adorably gazing at the fair and handsome face in front of her, and softly said, "I’m fine, brother. It’s just that the company needs a new medical report, I’ll have my assistant schedule an appointment for me later. You don’t need to worry about it."

Seeing Cameron Grant believing her words, she secretly let out a sigh of relief.

Sorry, brother, I really didn’t mean to lie to you this time. I promise I’ll listen to you obediently from now on.

With this thought, Quinn Lockwood then took Cameron Grant and left.

Elias Sinclair wasn’t sure if he had really discovered something or not; he hadn’t reached out to Quinn Lockwood for several days in a row.

However, Quinn Lockwood thought this was quite normal; how could she possibly deserve Boss Sinclair taking the initiative to contact her?

A week had passed, and her wounds were starting to heal, with the scabs beginning to fall off. Ethan, feeling guilty for not looking after her well, had sent her a whole box of scar removal creams from three or four dozen countries. It made her suspect whether he went on a world tour.

Actually, after returning to Meridia, Ethan couldn’t escape the storm Elias Sinclair unleashed. His equipment was hacked, his studio was shut down, and his bank account was nearly frozen.

If it weren’t for Ethan shamelessly pleading and crying for several days, he might have had to change careers by now.

This brother of his had never been so harsh to him, all because of Quinn Lockwood!

From now on, Ethan thought he should treat Quinn Lockwood like a deity and cater to her every need.

Quinn Lockwood really couldn’t afford to delay filming anymore, so she called the director to ask when they could start working again.

Before she could even speak, she was met with a concerned query from the other side, saying there was no rush for filming and she should rest a few more days.

Quinn Lockwood was a bit bewildered.

After inquiring with several crew members, she finally understood it was Elias Sinclair who had ordered a halt in filming.

Now she couldn’t avoid it anymore; dragging it out any longer wouldn’t work! She had to muster the courage to call Elias Sinclair.

"Hello, um... I just want to ask what you’re up to?" As soon as she uttered the words, Quinn Lockwood pinched herself hard, wondering why she kept saying silly things recently.

"Working." Elias Sinclair’s voice was very deep, seemingly a bit impatient, which reminded Quinn Lockwood that he disliked being disturbed while working.

"Sorry, I won’t disturb your work any longer, I’m sorry." Perhaps because she felt guilty, Quinn Lockwood was extremely humble and nervous during the call, almost bowing for an apology over the phone.

On impulse, she hung up the phone, and hearing the dial tone, she suddenly lost her balance and toppled onto the bed.

She had hung up on Elias Sinclair.

Meanwhile, Elias Sinclair’s handsome face indeed turned icy.

No one had ever dared to hang up on his call before. He immediately got up, took the coat from the hanger, and walked out the door.

Quinn Lockwood was now sitting slumped on the sofa, wearing pajamas and barefoot, eating grapes. It’s not that she wasn’t afraid of Elias Sinclair’s anger; she just decided to let it all go and take the hit—he couldn’t possibly come and demand accountability from her, right?

Thinking this way, she felt much more at ease and even turned on the TV to watch her variety show.

Seeing herself on the show, climbing up a tree with a grubby face to pick fruit, she couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

In the midst of her giggles, the door in the other room suddenly opened.

"Hahaha, is that you back, brother? Haha, come quickly and look at how silly Dylan Quinn looks." Quinn Lockwood laughed so hard her stomach hurt. The subtitles added by the editing team were just too funny, perfectly matching their actions and expressions, making it impossible not to laugh.

Elias Sinclair slowly treaded up behind her. Upon hearing her mention Dylan Quinn’s name, his eyes suddenly darkened.

Noticing no movement for a while, Quinn Lockwood shifted and turned back, saying, "Brother, you..." Too late!." She abruptly stopped at the sight of a man in a dark gray suit with a stern expression, nearly falling off the sofa in shock.

Though Elias Sinclair still wore a cold poker face, having seen him so often in a black suit, this dark gray outfit on him gave Quinn Lockwood an indescribable feeling.

It seemed to carry less of the usual oppressive aura.

The man’s eyes narrowed dangerously upon seeing Quinn Lockwood and Dylan Quinn laughing together on TV. He strode over to the sofa with his long legs, sat down beside her, and wrapped his arm around her neck, pulling her into his embrace.

"What’s the matter with the phone call?"

Quinn Lockwood felt extremely uncomfortable being held ; was Elias Sinclair going to strangle her?

Her face flushed red as she patted his arm. Sensing him easing his grip slightly, she felt much more at ease.

"I just wanted to say that I’m almost fully recovered and can return to the set for filming." Quinn Lockwood’s whole face was pressed against the man’s chest, feeling his heartbeat pounding wildly, causing her own heart to beat just as fast.

"Oh? Eager to go back and see Dylan Quinn?" The man raised an eyebrow, his deep black eyes showing neither joy nor sorrow, but with a hint of anger.

Quinn Lockwood found his words particularly unnatural. How long would Boss Sinclair hold a grudge ? The rumor about her and Dylan Quinn was long past; what was with the strange tone?

In any case, she had to hurry and start filming, or otherwise, she wouldn’t get paid. Although Mr. Lowell had been supporting her in secret, she still felt more at ease earning her own money.

She smiled sweetly at Elias Sinclair and spoke with trace amounts of coyness, "I just need to quickly get back to work, otherwise if it’s delayed too long the resources will be taken by others, and Boss Sinclair you’ll end up losing too."

Feeling a slight thrill inside, Elias Sinclair found himself wanting to keep her in his arms upon hearing her speak in a coquettish tone. Googlᴇ search NoveI(F)ire.net

Seeing his silence, Quinn Lockwood tilted her head up to see his expression.

It was like a cat nuzzling his chest, and Elias Sinclair felt a strange sensation surge up, causing him to frown and release her immediately.

There it was again, that feeling.

"I’ll arrange for filming to start tomorrow." He threw out this sentence and left without another glance at Quinn Lockwood, his face taut.

Quinn Lockwood’s delicate face twisted in confusion as she watched his tall, clean figure through the glass door. After a moment, she muttered, "What the heck?"

Early the next morning, Quinn Lockwood returned to the set.

The staff immediately swarmed around upon seeing her, eager to check on her and express their concern and deep apologies.