Chapter 235: Chapter 235
Elias Sinclair slightly knitted his brows and then pulled Quinn Lockwood by the arm. He said to Grandpa Sinclair, "The doctor said she needs plenty of rest. I’ll take her back to her room now."
"Go on, go on, Elias. Spend more time with Savannah." Grandpa Sinclair nodded vigorously and patted Elias on the shoulder meaningfully.
After taking both of them upstairs, Grandpa Sinclair sat on the sofa with a gratified expression.
It looks like Elias has finally understood. Soon, he might be able to have a grandchild!
Feeling as happy as a child, Grandpa Sinclair arranged for the kitchen to prepare some nourishing supplements to send to Quinn Lockwood and Elias Sinclair, then he returned to the rear building to rest.
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Having slept for half a day in the hospital, and with her stomach no longer aching, Quinn Lockwood felt quite energetic.
But under Elias Sinclair’s domineering insistence, Quinn still lay resting on the bed. Seeing how obediently she listened, Elias’s expression softened.
He instructed the servants to carefully brew the medicine and bring some of the pudding Quinn liked along with it.
After all, herbal medicine is quite bitter.
Still staying in the room next to Quinn Lockwood, Elias Sinclair changed into a deep blue loungewear and handled work matters in his room, even the conference calls were conducted from there.
Browsing X out of sheer boredom, Quinn Lockwood saw some recent trending rumors about her and Dylan Quinn, and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes, feeling that the media was too good at making up stories.
After looking over the script and catching two episodes of her own drama, Quinn unknowingly fell asleep.
Quinn Lockwood woke up in a daze in the middle of the night; the air conditioner was still on, making her feel extremely dry. She went to the bathroom to wash her face and felt much more awake.
Finding her bedside water glass empty, Quinn decided to go downstairs to get a glass of water.
Just as she opened the door, she noticed a light coming from the crack in the door of the room next to hers, and she remembered Elias Sinclair had been staying there recently.
She hadn’t expected him to be working so late...
Turning to the living room to get a glass of water, Quinn then headed to the kitchen for some snacks to take to Elias Sinclair’s room. As the living room lights were off, she relied solely on the faint glow from the garden lights to navigate upstairs.
Before she could take a few steps, she was suddenly grabbed tightly by the throat from behind, followed by the sounds of shattering glass as the water cup and plate she was holding fell and smashed on the ground.
Judging by the man’s physique and strength, he was undoubtedly tall and athletic, with many callouses on his hands. He gripped Quinn’s throat forcefully with one hand while covering her mouth tightly with the other, preventing any sound and suffocating her.
Quinn clawed desperately at his hand, her nails deeply embedding into his flesh, but the man seemed impervious to pain, tightening his grip relentlessly.
Her consciousness growing fuzzy, Quinn’s face flushed crimson, her mind ringing like it was about to explode.
"Who?" At this moment, a light shone from upstairs; Elias Sinclair had opened his door, the ivory light casting his figure taller and more imposing.
"Mmm-mmm." Seeing Elias Sinclair, the man behind her hesitated slightly but then redoubled his efforts to strangle Quinn, as if trying to break her neck.
Elias bounded down the stairs in a few swift strides, swiftly punching toward the man’s temple.
Witnessing Elias’s agile moves, the man barely had time to react, opting to release Quinn, flinging her towards Elias as he did.
Taking a deep breath, Quinn clutched her chest, panting heavily. The brink-of-death sensation was all too familiar; had it lasted another second, she might have left this world for good.
If she truly had died, perhaps heaven wouldn’t have granted her another chance at life.
Elias pulled Quinn into his embrace, gently ruffling her hair in reassurance. He then leaped aside to engage in a fight with the man in black.
The man’s reactions were swift, his moves nimble, clearly well-trained. Elias’s face grew dark, his long eyes narrowed, shooting out a dangerous gleam; even he had to exert all his strength to contend with him.
Seeing the black-clad man attack his way, Elias quickly stepped back, twisting sideways and seizing the man’s arm, wrenching it with a crunch, locking it securely.
"Savannah, ring the bell." Elias grimly restrained the man, who struggled to break free, only to be kicked behind the knee by Elias, sending him kneeling to the ground.
"Oh, ring the bell, where... where is it?" Quinn, in a panic, could not recall where the alarm button to call for bodyguards was located. Though Savannah Lowell never pressed it when she was alive, even more perplexed and anxious now, she couldn’t remember its precise location.
"On the right wall, about one-sixth from the bottom."
Quinn quickly followed the direction, pressing the alarm. Within seconds, a troupe of professional bodyguards, clad in black uniforms, rushed in.
"Lock him in the basement." Elias fiercely dislocated the man’s wrist, then tossed him to the ground, dusting off his pajamas before gathering the terrified Quinn into his arms.
"Yes, sir!" The bodyguards hoisted the man up, saluted Elias respectfully, and filed out in unison.
Watching the man’s retreating figure, Quinn found him a complete stranger, growing more perplexed inside.
It appeared she didn’t know this person, and judging by the ferocity with which he tried to harm her, he clearly intended to kill her.
Who could hate her this much? And be bold enough to send an assassin to The Sinclair Residence?
Feeling the sting of pain around her neck, Quinn raised her hand to touch it; the skin hurt sharply wherever her fingers brushed.
It wasn’t until Elias seated Quinn on the sofa, switching on the light, the sudden brightness making her squint her eyes, that she came back to her senses.
She watched as Elias took an ointment from a nearby drawer, gently applying it to the red marks on Quinn’s neck.
The cool and refreshing sensation spread from her throat, his fingers silky smooth like jade, the clean, bracing scent enveloping her face, causing her to lift her eyes and examine the man before her closely.
His nose was sharp and distinct, lips thin and sensually ascetic, his skin smoother and fairer than that of Quinn, a starlet.
The man was carefully and cautiously applying ointment for her; Quinn’s almond eyes misted over, thinking how wonderful Elias was...
Thinking that he might one day treat another woman with this same tender care, Quinn involuntarily felt a pang in her heart, a deep sense of discomfort.