Chapter 310: Chapter 310

"It’s still better to be with you. Elias Sinclair, that guy, won’t let me drink. He’s so boring!"

Quinn Lockwood pouted, clearly dissatisfied with Elias, then lifted her eyelids as if she’d seen something strange, rubbing her eyes vigorously.

When she looked up again, her pupils suddenly dilated.

"Oh my God, is that Elias Sinclair? Am I seeing things?"

"Yeah, I’m seeing things. My tolerance really has dropped." She rested her head on the sofa and closed her eyes, feeling the room start to spin.

Xenia Monroe felt something odd, as if the temperature behind her was lower than elsewhere.

She shrank forward a bit fearfully, slowly turning her head to look.

"Ahh! Who are you and why are you trespassing? I’m calling the police!" Xenia hurriedly hugged the drunken Quinn Lockwood, trying hard to focus on the man.

Xenia had also drunk quite a bit, her vision blurred and unable to clearly make out his face, only vaguely seeing his outline.

He was a tall and well-built man, seemingly a bit sturdier than Dylan Quinn.

"Xenia Monroe?" The man’s eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the scattered bottles and the drunken Quinn Lockwood, his expression becoming more severe.

Xenia was slightly stunned. She felt the man’s voice was familiar, as if she’d heard it somewhere long ago.

Noticing he meant no harm, Xenia shakily stood up, leaning closer to scrutinize the man before her.

"Ah, it’s you, Elias Sinclair! How did you get in?" Xenia exclaimed in shock, half sobered by the surprise.

His gaze landed on Xenia’s hand pointing at him, his eyes turning icy, making her feel the room’s temperature drop even further.

Startled by Elias Sinclair’s piercing gaze, Xenia hugged her arms, standing in place, and quickly withdrew her hand.

"This villa estate was developed by my real estate company." Tossing her a key, the man coldly said, "Return the spare key to the property management tomorrow."

Clutching the key, Xenia nodded dazedly, daring not to speak.

The man knelt down to stroke Quinn Lockwood’s cheek, then lifted her off the ground.

Xenia stepped forward, about to speak, but Elias Sinclair’s icy glare silenced her.

She watched as Elias Sinclair carried Quinn Lockwood away, and with a slight pout, could no longer support herself and collapsed onto the sofa.

Her head ached terribly.

Rubbing her throbbing temples, Xenia lay on the sofa and fell asleep.

Elias Sinclair placed Quinn Lockwood in the car and drove steadily back to The Sinclair Residence.

Caringly lifting the sleeping woman, Elias’s gaze softened as he looked at Quinn Lockwood’s flushed cheeks.

Perhaps finding discomfort, the woman in his arms squirmed and furrowed her brows.

"Uncomfortable, uncomfortable, I want a big bed." Quinn Lockwood shook her head, her small hands fluttering against Elias’s solid chest.

Elias Sinclair pressed his lips together, quickening his pace.

Uncertain when Quinn Lockwood might act out in drunkenness, Elias Sinclair decided to quickly return her to a room to preserve her image.

Perhaps it was her mention of wanting a big bed, but Elias Sinclair instinctively headed to his own room with her.

Gently laying her on the bed, Elias Sinclair noticed that Quinn Lockwood had already opened her eyes.

The woman’s originally pale and elegant face, under the influence of alcohol, had turned rosier and more alluring, her pouting lips bright red as if ready to drip juice.

Elias Sinclair paused for a moment, then bent down to cover her with a blanket.

"Get off." Quinn Lockwood sat up and pushed Elias Sinclair away with unfocused eyes.

"Oh, it’s Elias Sinclair." Quinn stared half-eyed, leaning forward to carefully observe the austere man before her.

"Damn it, not even in my dreams can I find peace. Bastard Elias Sinclair, you annoying jerk, big pervert, rotten rogue, one day I’ll kick your butt hard, just you wait!" Quinn Lockwood cursed at the man, her voice growing louder and more fervent as she went on.

Elias Sinclair’s handsome face had darkened beyond recognition, striving to contain the stormy emotions surging inside, his deep eyes flashed with danger.

"Savannah Lowell, you’ve got some nerve." He spat through gritted teeth, moving forward. His large hand pinched Quinn Lockwood’s face.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch." Quinn winced, and when Elias released his grip, she pouted pitifully.

"Bastard Elias Sinclair, bullying me even in dreams, boo hoo." Quinn Lockwood whimpered, her beautiful face glowing with alluring redness, tears pooling in her crystal-clear eyes, looking pitifully aggrieved.

A flicker of panic crossed Elias’s eyes. He’d intended to teach the daring Quinn Lockwood a lesson for cursing him but found himself unwilling to act harshly.

Gently rubbing her cheek, Elias Sinclair frowned, revealing a helpless expression, his gaze gradually softening.

Quinn Lockwood pouted with grievance for a while before obediently lying down. The man helped her remove her shoes and socks, cleaned her face, then changed into his pajamas and lay down.

This woman is truly... every time she drinks too much, she’s such a handful.

Cradling Quinn Lockwood in his arms, Elias Sinclair softly patted her back as if lulling a child to sleep.

The night was tranquil, the moon in the sky shining brightly. Moonlight streaming through the silk curtains lent the room a cozy warmth.

The next morning, when Quinn Lockwood awoke, her wide, almond-shaped eyes still carried a hint of moisture, as if she hadn’t fully sobered up.

Slowly getting up and looking around, Quinn Lockwood realized she was in Elias Sinclair’s room, and there were traces of someone having slept beside her.

Moreover, her shoes and socks lay tossed carelessly on the floor.

At that moment, all the blood in Quinn Lockwood’s body seemed to rush to her head, leaving her utterly bewildered.

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"Awake?" From the bathroom came the man’s calm voice, Elias Sinclair wrapped in a towel, his lips curved in a teasing smile.

Quinn Lockwood’s mind felt like it had exploded.