Chapter 251: Chapter 251
Quinn Lockwood hadn’t relaxed in a long time. She and Dylan Quinn stood in the dance floor with glasses in hand, swaying to the music, genuinely enjoying themselves.
Unlike Elias Sinclair’s domineering ways, Dylan didn’t stop Quinn from drinking to her heart’s content. Instead, he joined in her revelry with a light-hearted laugh.
By one in the morning, the party still hadn’t ended, and the atmosphere had reached a peak.
Dylan noticed Quinn’s eyes were unfocused and her body swayed unsteadily, so he decided to settle the bill and take her home.
"Leaving already? Aren’t we going to play more?" Quinn mumbled, a little tipsy, as Dylan supported her out of the ’Nostalgia Food Stall’ with rosy cheeks, as if she was still unsatisfied.
"I’ll bring you again next time. It’s too late today, let me take you home." Dylan opened the car door, carefully helping Quinn onto the seat and fastening her seatbelt.
Sitting in the driver’s seat, Dylan paused to think for a moment and slowly asked, "Savannah, which way is your home?"
Quinn leaned against the seatback, seemingly uncomfortable, twisted her body a little, and slowly raised her hand to point around before indicating to the right, "Go this way, then turn!"
The phone in her pocket kept vibrating, but Quinn, with half-closed eyes, didn’t notice it.
Half-thinking, half-probing, Quinn pointed directions which led them through many wrong turns.
Dylan followed Quinn’s directions, growing increasingly puzzled.
Wasn’t this the area for wealthy villas? No matter how much money Quinn made, she couldn’t live here.
Besides, there was a huge wall enclosing the area, and seemingly... only one large, castle-like villa.
"Turn over there, the gate is that way."
Though feeling uneasy, Dylan continued as Quinn directed and indeed saw the villa’s gate after a turn.
"This is it, stop, stop." Quinn waved her hand, unbuckled her seatbelt, and got out of the car.
Seeing her stumble towards the villa, Dylan quickly got out, intending to stop her.
This girl was really out of it after drinking too much, pointing them to a clearly wrong place, right? ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel-fire.ɴet
"Savannah, we took the wrong way, come back." Dylan jogged a few steps to grab Quinn’s coat, but she shook his hand off.
"No, it’s here!" Quinn muttered, then pushed open the villa door and went inside.
Dylan sighed with a mixture of conflict and helplessness, then followed Quinn inside.
Who knew who owned this villa? It looked like he was going to have to apologize sincerely for Quinn.
At this moment, a cold and somewhat angry voice echoed.
Dylan froze; he was all too familiar with this voice... could it be him!
His eyes, bright as stars, grew deeper as he squinted slightly, observing the man striding over from a distance, his expression growing more serious.
"Sorry Mr. Sinclair, Savannah accidentally directed us the wrong way, which is why we mistakenly entered The Sinclair Residence."
Elias Sinclair frowned at Quinn and Dylan, his eyes growing sharper and more brooding.
"She didn’t mislead you."
The man, with a somber face, pulled Quinn over. Upon seeing her cheeks flushed with alcohol and sensing the faint scent of it on her, he couldn’t help but furrow his brows harder.
"Who allowed you to go out drinking with others?"
Quinn slightly tilted her head, looking at him with somewhat unfocused eyes, and said, as if obediently, "I wasn’t with others... I was with Dylan."
With that, Quinn turned and grinned at Dylan, seemingly indicating he wasn’t just anyone.
"No one is allowed." The man’s voice grew with anger and he suddenly scooped Quinn up, startling her into a scream as she hugged his neck tightly.
Elias Sinclair’s eyes already flickered with danger as he swept a glance at Dylan, his tone frosty: "Leave before I hold you accountable for this."
Dylan’s eyes turned serious, his face tinged with a chill, watching as Elias carried Quinn away, with his brows tightly knitted.
Could Savannah be... living with him?
Could what those reporters said about the two of them be true?
Returning home, Dylan was lost in thought, running several red lights along the way.
Elias Sinclair carried Quinn back to the room.
Looking at the sleeping woman’s face, his anger gradually subsided.
After wetting a towel to wipe Quinn’s face, he was at a loss upon seeing the light makeup on her visage.
The man frowned slightly in contemplation, then found makeup remover wipes on the bathroom counter, eventually sitting at the bedside to remove her makeup.
Maybe because it was his first time doing such a thing, his movements were awkward and clumsy, but every touch of the makeup wipe against Quinn’s face was cautious and gentle.
Finally, after going through several makeup wipes, the colors on Quinn’s face were cleaned off.
Applying a warm, damp towel on her face repeatedly, Elias eventually completed this step.
He adjusted the air conditioning to an appropriate temperature, turned off the light, and prepared to head to his room.
Upon reaching the doorway, Elias instinctively stopped and turned to look at Quinn for a moment, a hint of tenderness in his deep eyes.
Quinn was awakened the next day by a call from the film set.
Still drowsy, she answered, and upon hearing the assistant ask when she’d arrive for filming, Quinn jumped out of bed.
"Oh crap! It’s already nine o’clock."
Quickly tidying herself up, Quinn dashed downstairs like the wind.
"Get the car ready, the most ordinary one!" Waving to the servants, Quinn grabbed some cookies from the table and stuffed them in her mouth.
"Why didn’t you wake me up at this hour?" Quinn pouted, looking with a mournful face at the servants standing nearby.
The servants nodded quickly to Quinn, saying, "Madam, the master instructed us not to disturb your rest, so we... didn’t wake you."
Quinn’s heart internally wept several times, and after the car was ready, she flew outside once more.
When Quinn arrived at the set, everyone was busy with their tasks; the assistant led her to the makeup room, and coincidentally, Dylan was in the seat next to her.
"Savannah, you... must’ve overslept." Dylan turned his head to study Quinn, with a slightly strange look in his eyes.
"Yeah, it was nine when I got up. It’s because I had too much fun last night." Quinn’s small face slightly scrunched up, knocking her head in annoyance.