Chapter 205: Chapter 205

"Savannah, you’re so biased, only blocking drinks for Dylan. That’s not fair. You should treat us all equally," May pouted and complained, with a sly smile on her lips.

Dylan stood up and gently patted May’s head, saying, "You’re the only one who loves to bully Savannah. If you don’t want to drink, I’ll drink for you."

"Forget it, if you drink for me, Savannah might get mad. I’m out," May said, sticking out her tongue and laughing foolishly.

"Wow, it seems like there’s a sweet scent in the air. I brought some board game cards. How about we play a game together?" Alan suggested, looking at the group, signaling with his eyes for them to agree. Seeing his mischievous look, everyone knew he was trying to help Dylan and Quinn.

The game rules were simple: first, use rock-paper-scissors to select a person to be ’it,’ then the ’it’ person, blindfolded, randomly points at someone to draw a card.

The person who draws the card must perform the action or task written on it. If they refuse, they have to chug a bottle of alcohol in one go.

As the game initiator, Alan became the ’it’ for the first round. After May blindfolded Alan, she stayed behind him, raising her hand and giving him a small push in one direction.

"It’s you!" Alan pointed at someone and then removed his blindfold.

"Wow, Savannah!" Alan exclaimed when he saw he had pointed at Quinn, secretly giving a thumbs-up to May behind him, causing others to chuckle quietly.

Quinn shook her head helplessly and then drew a card from Alan’s hand. Upon seeing the content on the card, she awkwardly curled her lips.

Alan smiled slyly and quickly took back the card Quinn had drawn, loudly reading it out: "Share a chocolate stick from each end with a designated person. Remember: look at each other affectionately."

The room erupted in excitement as Alan chose Dylan as the ’designated person,’ causing a frenzy of cheering and whistling as the atmosphere exploded.

Dylan shrugged helplessly and smiled elegantly at Quinn.

"Here it comes, let’s use a French fry instead of a chocolate stick!" Alan cheerfully handed Quinn the fry and quickly moved aside to join in the teasing.

Quinn, never one to shy away from a game, especially with someone as familiar as Dylan, wasn’t embarrassed. She promptly bit one end of the fry, winking playfully at Dylan.

"Savannah, don’t forget to look at each other affectionately," Alan reminded cheekily, with a laugh.

"Affectionately, affectionately, affectionately," the others chanted in unison, clapping hands and pushing the game to its climax.

Dylan watched as Quinn’s features grew larger in front of him, his heartbeat suddenly speeding up, her beautiful features had no hint of awkwardness.

Her fair skin was flawless, and at this moment, her curled eyelashes gently trembled as she gazed at him deeply.

With the other end of the fry in his mouth, Dylan unconsciously moved forward until he felt Quinn’s warm breath, pausing slightly, realizing just a bit more and he would touch those soft, tender lips.

"Savannah Lowell!" Just then, the apartment door burst open, and an extremely angry and icy voice resounded, sending chills down everyone’s spine.

Quinn was startled, biting the fry in half, and shivered inexplicably, about to turn around but was abruptly grabbed by her wrist.

"Elias Sinclair?" Quinn’s eyes widened in shock, but the man paid no heed, pulling her directly towards the door with a stern face.

"Hey, we’re playing a game here, where are you taking me?" Quinn struggled to break free from Elias’ grip, not because she didn’t want him to hold her, but because his grip was a bit too strong, causing her wrist to ache.

Elias didn’t pay any attention to Quinn, dragging her straight to his car.

"Playing a game?" He suddenly clasped her shoulders with his large hands, pinning her against the car door, his brows furrowing tighter.

Quinn felt a bit panicked, realizing he must have misunderstood something, as their recent actions with Dylan surely looked like a kiss from another angle. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel·fıre·net

"Yeah...," Quinn’s confidence wavered, lowering her eyes as if trying to hide something.

Elias stared at Quinn, feeling a tightness in his chest, then he released her, remaining silent.

Quinn realized Elias wasn’t questioning her further, but it meant he was genuinely upset, extremely upset.

Feeling the drop in surrounding temperature, Quinn started to worry.

Now her only option was to quickly appease him, or else she’d be in big trouble.

"Um... don’t be mad. We were just playing a game. It’s lively with so many people, you know? So... things got a bit wild."

Quinn bit her lower lip gently, twisting her clothes with both hands, her clear brown eyes sparkling like they held a few stars, her slightly puffed cheeks adorable and innocent, making anyone reluctant to scold her further.

Seeing Elias remain silent, Quinn lifted her small hand, swaying her arm in a spoiled manner, "Please don’t be mad, okay?"

The man looked at Quinn’s charming face and her sweet, pleading demeanor, his heart stirred with an urge, her soft lips gently pouted, making him unable to resist wanting to kiss her.

Suddenly, he lifted Quinn’s chin with his large hand, lowering his head to kiss her lightly trembling, water-like lips.

His tongue pried open her lips forcefully, the sensation was smooth and soft, the tingle spreading instantly to every nerve ending in his body.

Only then did Elias realize his actions, his body tensed up, and facing Quinn’s shocked gaze, he quickly pulled away, not looking at her again, and got in his car, leaving quickly.

Quinn stood stunned for quite some time; she had actually been... kissed by Elias Sinclair...

Her face flushed a deep red like a ripe cherry, pressed her lips together tightly as her heart pounded fiercely.

But Quinn didn’t know, our Boss Sinclair was equally flustered inside.

After all, it was his first kiss!

Elias returned directly to the office, now sitting in his office browsing through files. His eyes stayed on the pages, but his mind was restless.

He forcefully closed the files, tossing them aside, his tightly furrowed brows reflecting the turmoil within.