Chapter 189: Chapter 189

Elias Sinclair was momentarily a bit dazed. He gently tidied up Quinn Lockwood’s messy hair, the corners of his lips slightly curled with a faint smile.

"Oh, stop it." At this moment, Quinn turned over, her little hand rising to hit Elias’s big hand and smack her lips again.

As if realizing something was off, the woman raised her hand again to feel around, then instantly opened her eyes. Upon seeing the handsome and cold face in front of her, her pupils suddenly constricted, somewhat in disbelief.

"Oh my, dreaming of this guy even in my dreams." She closed her eyes again and adjusted her position. However, when she felt the pillow under her head was unusually soft and warm, she suddenly opened her eyes again, seeing the fabric of a black suit in front of her.

With a scream, the woman sat up with a start.

"Oh my God! Elias Sinclair?" Quinn Lockwood put one foot on the ground, rubbed her eyes, and looked at the person in front of her in disbelief.

How could this guy suddenly come over, and... watching her sleep???

Could this be a dream within a dream?

After a hard slap on her own face and feeling the pain, Quinn Lockwood finally believed she was indeed not dreaming.

"What are you doing here?" Quinn blurted out without thinking, as she had just woken up, her voice was hoarse, and it sounded rather unfriendly. Read full story at novęlfire.net

But after she said it, she regretted it. Legally speaking, this was Elias Sinclair’s... family, so what could stop him from coming?

How could she ask like that!

As expected, Elias’s face darkened upon hearing her question, and with a frown, he said somewhat displeased, "You mean if there’s nothing, I can’t come?"

Quinn’s expression tightened, and she mentally slapped herself hard; this guy was indeed angry over what she said.

Recognizing it was indeed her fault, Quinn couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear. She quickly waved her hand and moved closer to Elias, "No, no, how could I mean that? I just woke up, and my brain isn’t functioning."

Seeing her pleasant attitude, the man’s dark expression eased considerably, and he promptly pulled Quinn closer to him.

"Why didn’t you ask me to help with the issue with Sylvia Lawson?" Elias asked seriously, holding Quinn’s wrist.

Not expecting this question, Quinn was momentarily stunned, then lowered her eyes.

"I can handle it myself."

When it first happened, she did consider asking Elias for help, but as an artist working with him, her personal troubles were inconvenient for him to intervene in.

Furthermore, they were at most friends. How could she have the nerve to ask him to clean up her mess?

Thinking of this, Quinn felt a slight bitterness, but she thought it might be because of past criticisms that brought sorrow when remembered.

Luckily, the matter was resolved, although it cost her quite a bit of savings.

After coming out from the newspaper office with Cameron Grant, he once handed his bank card to Quinn, telling her she could draw money from it as she pleased, but she refused.

She didn’t want to rely on others but wanted to achieve success through her own efforts. Besides, seeking revenge was entirely her personal matter and secret.

Elias looked at the stubborn expression on Quinn’s face, feeling a strange sensation inside. He didn’t like how this woman bore everything alone and refused his help.

Just then, Quinn’s stomach growled, and with an embarrassed grin, she got up, put on her shoes, and accidentally kicked her phone that had fallen to the ground.

"Oh, it fell on the ground." She bent down to pick up her phone and saw a missed call from Elias.

"I must have fallen asleep too soundly and didn’t hear your call." Holding the phone, she looked at Elias innocently with her lips pouting, now understanding why he was unhappy earlier.

She had missed a call from the big boss.

"Are you a pig?" The man leaned back on the sofa, muttering in a low voice without the previous anger. When this comment came from his clear voice, it surprisingly carried a hint of affection.

Noticing the faint joy in the man’s eyes and brow, Quinn rolled her eyes at him.

Was Elias mocking her?

Putting away the phone, Quinn fetched the computer from the study for Elias, then announced she was going to cook.

With the company having so many things waiting for the big boss to manage, he must not have eaten yet, right?

Elias didn’t even bother with Quinn. He had already planned to take her out to eat at Succulent Restaurant later.

After serving three dishes and a bowl of fragrant shrimp tofu soup, seeing Elias focused on reviewing emails, Quinn hesitated whether to call him to eat.

Soup won’t taste good when it gets cold.

Looking at the dishes on the table and then at Elias, Quinn was momentarily hesitant.

Catching sight of Quinn glancing around from the corner of his eye, Elias closed his laptop and walked over. Upon seeing the dishes on the table, his eyebrows slightly raised, somewhat incredulous.

"You made all of this?"

"Who else could have made it if not me? It’s just the two of us here." Quinn looked at Elias with some confusion, still not quite understanding why he asked that question.

She handed Elias a prepared towel to wipe his hands. Seeing his slightly scrutinizing look, Quinn’s heart tightened suddenly.

Then, the man’s cool voice echoed in her ear again, "How did you learn to cook?"

Sitting down, Elias picked up a piece of bamboo shoot and put it in his mouth, his eyes as dark as night, revealing no emotion.

This woman seemed to love eating bamboo shoots.

He recalled when he was hospitalized, Quinn would bring him different nutritional meals each day, tasting exactly .

"As I said before, it was because the crew meals were terrible during filming, and when Dad was in the hospital, he needed nutrition, so I started studying recipes. Now it seems I have quite the talent, don’t you think?"

Quinn fully showcased her acting skills, with her proud demeanor appearing as satisfaction with her cooking skills to outsiders. But who was Elias? He caught her momentary evasive glance instantly.

However, apart from that fleeting glance, nothing seemed suspicious.

Almost imperceptibly frowning, Elias responded with a faint "Mm."

Handing Elias a bowl of soup, Quinn feared he might continue asking questions, so she changed the subject, "Well, I haven’t seen you around lately. What have you been busy with?"