Chapter 173: Chapter 173

"Elias, please take me to a hotel. I can’t go home looking ... I don’t want Dad and Mom to worry..." Quinn said weakly, raising her hand to cover her eyes, as a drop of crystalline tear slid from the corner of her eye down to her collarbone.

Elias’s eyes deepened slightly. Ultimately, he reclined the passenger seat and gently placed Quinn on it, then started the car.

Parking the car in the garage of his villa, he was about to tell Quinn that they had arrived home, but when he turned his head, he discovered she was already asleep.

Elias carefully picked her up and smoothly carried her to lie in the bed of her former room, but when he got up, he found Quinn’s small hands gripping tightly onto his clothes, unwilling to let go. Newest update provıded by novel·fire·net

With a hint of helplessness, he shook his head and gently brushed Quinn’s forehead with his hand, Elias sighed softly and lay beside her fully clothed.

"Don’t..." The woman beside him murmured in a trembling voice, her delicate face twisted together, and her forehead burst out with tiny beads of cold sweat.

Elias knew she was having a nightmare, his eyes flickered, and he pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, soothingly stroking her back.

This was the first time Elias stayed so long in Quinn’s room, and also the first time he embraced a woman and slept together on the same bed.

Feeling the bones at the woman’s back, Elias furrowed his brows involuntarily.

This woman was surprisingly thin and frail, as if a slight force could snap her shoulders.

Feeling Quinn’s warm and clean breath at his collarbone, the restless heart of the man calmed down.

Early the next morning, Quinn opened her eyes to find a handsome, cool face staring at her.

Unable to quite believe it, she blinked vigorously, finding Elias’s exquisitely defined features still in front of her, her face clearly displaying astonishment.

Looking around, Quinn realized she was in the room of The Sinclair Residence where she used to live.

Even if he didn’t leave her at a hotel, how would Elias be willing to sleep in her bed?

Rubbing her temples, Quinn found herself tightly held in his arms and dared not move.

As if, at this moment, they truly were a loving couple sleeping in each other’s embrace.

An unusual sensation welled up in her heart.

Remembering last night, at her most desperate and helpless moment, this man appeared in front of her like a deity, and Quinn’s gaze grew even softer upon him.

What kind of man was he, really?

In her mind, he was always domineering, serious, and unreasonable, yet yesterday Elias was a terrifying man who forcibly broke four arms, and in the end, so gently comforted and cared for her.

The man with reddened eyes playing with a knife, so cold that it made people shiver, why was she not afraid at all?

The sharp, fierce aura about him always gave her an inexplicable warmth and sense of safety.

Seemingly, whenever she faced difficulty, it was this man who appeared to resolve it for her.

A faint layer of mist gathered in her almond eyes, a feeling of bitterness surged within her, yet Quinn’s lips spontaneously curled upwards.

This was a feeling she’d never experienced since her rebirth.

A fair little hand unconsciously traced Elias’s face, without realizing it, a smile broke upon her lips, yet just as she gazed blankly at Elias, the man suddenly opened his eyes.

Quinn froze, hastily withdrawing her hand, evident guilt in her eyes, but Elias swiftly grabbed her hand, holding it tightly.

An intense beating of the heart, flushed cheeks as red as they could be, like a child caught stealing candy.

Feeling the warmth unique to Elias on her hand, Quinn instinctively curled her palm, only to have it held even tighter by him.

Feeling quite embarrassed, without thinking, Quinn shifted slightly, only to realize she was resting against Elias’s arm.

"Why so restless?" Elias teased, his brow arched as he felt Quinn’s soft body rubbing against him, pulling her more firmly into his arms.

Quinn lowered her head, blushing, without answering.

Elias curled his lips, wanting to observe her expression, he leaned closer, raising his hand intending to lift her chin, but not expecting her to grab his hand attempting to hold her chin.

Quinn naturally knew Elias intended to domineeringly make her look at his eyes, but she wouldn’t let him lift her chin so easily!

Rolling her eyes, Quinn was about to say something, but upon lifting her head, her lips suddenly felt soft and moist, with Elias’s deep black eyes right in front of hers, it was like her mind went blank, as if she forgot to breathe.

Elias himself was also taken aback, the slippery tenderness of the woman’s lips inexplicably inviting him to gently suck and lick, his hand unconsciously tracing the woman’s neck, causing the person in his arms to tremble slightly.

"Ahem..." Quinn snapped back to reality, hastily lowering her head, coughing awkwardly.

"I’ll, um... clean up." Quinn’s face reddened like a ripe cherry, her voice as quiet as a mosquito.

What had she just done!

As soon as she got up, the torn clothes slid down her shoulder, revealing a captivating cleavage.

Elias’s gaze froze, then promptly turned away, rising to take a piece of clothing from the wardrobe and tossed it to Quinn.

"Thank... thank you," Quinn said, clutching her chest, the embarrassed redness spreading down to her neck.

After tidying up in the bathroom, Quinn saw Elias already dressed in a new black suit, seated on the chair and looking at several documents in his hand.

He truly worked tirelessly... always having work regardless of the time.

Scanning the room, Quinn noticed her room remained clean and tidy as new, even her favorite sweets and fruits were still on the coffee table.

"This..." Quinn walked over to the coffee table, looking at the sweets and fruits with some doubt.

She hadn’t been back for a long time, and even last night’s return was due to unexpected circumstances.

"Grandpa has someone clean and tidy every day," Elias explained, setting down the documents, his night-black eyes resting on her.

"Grandpa always hopes you’ll come back." The clear voice lingered in her ears, stirring gentle ripples in Quinn’s heart.

Clenching her teeth tightly to suppress a sudden wave of bitterness, Quinn, after sorting out her clothes, planned to head to the company.

Her phone had been smashed, if she didn’t go to the company soon, surely Anna would be worried when she couldn’t find her.

Quinn had just reached the door when she turned back to glance at her room and the man with a now cool demeanor, feeling a touch of reluctance.