Chapter 308: Chapter 308
Quinn Lockwood was almost drowning in his entangled kiss, her nose pressed against the man’s high-bridged nose, his scorching breath mixed with a faint, refreshing scent spraying onto her face, making her feel dizzy.
Mikael’s hand, which wanted to pull back Quinn, froze in mid-air, fingers trembling slightly as he retracted his hand, the light in Mikael’s eyes dimming bit by bit.
Unable to muster the courage to look up again, Mikael lowered his eyes and left the backstage, his figure lonely and desolate.
"Mmm." Quinn struggled to push Elias Sinclair away, but the man’s hands tightly circled her arms, rendering her immobile.
"Savannah Lowell, remember this, you are my woman." After a while, Elias finally released Quinn, speaking in a low voice.
Quinn breathed hastily, thinking of how Elias had just kissed her like that in front of Mikael, a surge of shame and grievance welled up within her.
Her eyes and brows already knitted together, Quinn raised her hand, and with a loud smack, a heavy slap landed directly on Elias’s face.
"That’s enough!" Her heart full of anger, Quinn cast a cold glance at Elias, walked to the door, picked up the purse hanging on the side, and left directly.
With a bang, the door closed, and the man’s face gradually darkened, an indescribable emotion slowly enveloping him.
Quinn slumped powerlessly against the seat in the car, recalling all the messy events with Elias over the past few days, feeling incredibly irritated.
This Elias Sinclair, perhaps he has some kind of split personality?
Sometimes he’s very gentle to her, as if treating someone important and precious.
Other times he’s very cold, acting as if she’s done something wrong.
Occasionally he would domineeringly emphasize their relationship, forbidding her from getting close to anyone or talking to others.
Quinn took a deep breath, frustrated, tugging at her hair.
He probably doesn’t like her.
No, not probably, he definitely doesn’t like her.
But if he doesn’t like her, then why does he keep teasing her with his hot and cold behavior? Is he trying to force her away with this counterproductive tactic?
Quinn felt a deep heaviness in her heart, messily tidying her hair that she had tangled up, now more than ever wanting to find someone to talk to.
Maybe spilling out all these troublesome matters would make her feel better!
After flipping through the list, Quinn felt that only Xenia Monroe was the one person she could safely confide in.
After briefly explaining the situation on the phone, the female voice on the other end burst out: "Oh my God, oh my God, this is too exciting, could it be that Elias Sinclair has fallen for you?"
"I never thought that icy fortress could actually be melted by you, huh?"
Quinn was suddenly stunned, her phone almost slipping from her hand, her heart suddenly racing as if it was going to leap out of her chest.
"Impossible, you know how much he hates me." Quinn pursed her lips and slowly lowered her gaze, feeling somewhat dispirited.
Xenia invited Quinn over quickly and jokingly said her place had wine, just waiting for a sad and romantic love story.
Meanwhile, our Boss Sinclair returned to his group.
"Sir, you haven’t signed this yet." Joyce Kramer bit her lip, pointing to a document in front of Elias Sinclair, softly reminding him.
"Hmm." The man’s expression was slightly dazed, shifting his gaze from the computer screen to the document, and Elias signed his name directly.
Joyce found it odd that Elias signed without even looking at the content.
Seizing the chance while picking up the file, she bent down to glance at the computer, and her mind buzzed, unable to believe what she saw.
What momentarily distracted Mr. Sinclair was... was a photo of Quinn Lockwood.
Mr. Sinclair was indeed so invested in Quinn Lockwood that even during work, he would lose focus looking at her photo!
It was well known that Mr. Sinclair was regarded as a work ’fanatic’ in the industry, and he absolutely would not allow himself or his subordinates to show any carelessness or make mistakes in work.
A strong jealousy towards Quinn Lockwood welled up from the bottom of Joyce’s heart, and she lowered her eyes to hide the unnatural expression as she walked to the balcony where the coffee machine was.
As long as there was an issue with the report, Mr. Sinclair would definitely focus on work, leaving no time to think about that bitch Savannah Lowell. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs novel•fire.net
Then she could accompany him to verify funds and projects, probably staying in the office with him all afternoon.
After preparing the coffee, she brought it back to the desk, speaking gently, "Sir, have some coffee to refresh yourself."
Joyce cautiously supported the bottom of the cup with her finger while placing it in front of Elias, subtly trembling her hand, causing the cup to slide.
The man raised one large hand, quickly closing the folder cover of the report, a full cup of freshly brewed coffee spilled onto his slender white hand.
"Sir, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry." Joyce was momentarily at a loss, hurriedly picking up tissues to wipe the spilled coffee, her side gaze continuously observing Elias.
The man slightly furrowed his brows, lifting his hand to rub his throbbing temples, not paying attention to Joyce’s actions, instead glancing at the picture of Quinn Lockwood on the screen once again.
"Sir, this folder..." Joyce bit her lip, speaking softly and charmingly.
"You may leave now." Elias’s tone was deep, clearly displeased with Joyce’s interruption.
"But the coffee isn’t cleaned up yet..." Joyce’s face turned pale, hardly believing Elias would rush her out at this moment.
"Leave, now." The man’s expression was cold and he didn’t even glance at Joyce, his brows knitted tightly.
Though not able to clearly see Mr. Sinclair’s expression, Joyce could feel from his aura that he was already angry and was tired of her presence in the office.
"Yes." Forcing a smile, Joyce felt as if the strength was being sucked out of her body.
Joyce walked out of the office with heavy steps, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.
She couldn’t believe Mr. Sinclair had actually fallen for that bitch.
Even if she belonged to The Lowell Family, what’s the big deal? She had accompanied Mr. Sinclair for so many years, with outstanding abilities and performance in every aspect, her proficient business skills were incomparable to that dumb Savannah Lowell.
Mr. Sinclair didn’t need a stupid woman who was just a vase; he needed someone like herself, who could be his greatest support.