Chapter 335: Chapter 335

Just as Joyce Kramer was considering how to get Elias Sinclair to leave and take a rest for a while, a clear yet angry female voice interrupted the soft and tender atmosphere in the air.

"Pah, you shameless thing, who are you to call him Elias?" Xenia Monroe mustered all her strength and yanked Joyce Kramer out of Elias Sinclair’s embrace.

"I say, Elias, aren’t you going too far!"

"If you don’t like our Savannah, just say so. Do you even know how many people are lining up to marry our Savannah?"

Xenia Monroe stood with hands on her hips, glaring angrily at Elias Sinclair. If she weren’t so cautious, she would have slapped him long ago.

Elias Sinclair rubbed his throbbing temples with both hands, trying his best to regain his clarity.

The man opened his eyes again, and upon seeing Xenia Monroe’s displeased expression, a hint of confusion flashed across his eyes.

"Elias..." Joyce Kramer stepped forward, looking at Elias Sinclair with a face full of grievance.

"Out of line!" Elias Sinclair’s expression instantly turned cold as ice, realizing that he had just held Joyce Kramer instead of Quinn Lockwood, his eyes darkened even further.

"Ha, what a pity Savannah didn’t see what just happened." Xenia Monroe shot a fierce glance at Joyce Kramer, took out her phone, and dialed Quinn Lockwood’s number.

"Savannah, hurry to The Onyx Bar and take your husband home! The sooner, the better." Xenia Monroe spoke deliberately into the phone.

"What?" Quinn Lockwood on the other end of the line was evidently baffled and didn’t immediately comprehend.

Xenia Monroe glanced at Elias Sinclair and sighed deeply, "Your husband hugged another woman, you better come right over!"

As Xenia Monroe made the call to get Quinn Lockwood over, Elias Sinclair’s drunkenness seemed to dissipate halfway.

Cameron Grant returned with a cocktail and saw two more people over there, which made him a bit puzzled.

"What’s going on, Elias?" Cameron Grant put the glass on the table and asked in confusion.

"Nothing really, except I shouldn’t drink anymore." The man’s gaze swept over Joyce Kramer, deep as an ancient cold well.

"Sir, you have an early meeting tomorrow; how about I take you home to rest?" Joyce Kramer bit her lip, asking in a soft and charming tone.

Elias Sinclair raised his brow slightly, letting out a vague sneer, his voice cool as he said, "I’ve told you, just do your part."

"Yes...yes." Joyce Kramer was frightened by Elias Sinclair’s darkened complexion and stood aside without daring to speak further.

Dylan Quinn felt the atmosphere was a bit off and came over to check what was happening, and was slightly stunned to see so many familiar faces gathered together.

"Come on, let’s go meet Savannah." Xenia Monroe, full of rage, turned and dragged Dylan Quinn, standing at the bar entrance, peering around for Quinn Lockwood’s figure.

She stood guard at the door, unafraid that Elias Sinclair and that despicable woman would run off!

It took Xenia Monroe less than two minutes to bring Quinn Lockwood back.

Quinn Lockwood arrived at the bar booth, seeing Elias Sinclair sitting drunk on the sofa with his eyes downcast, and an instant flicker of distress crossed her eyes.

"Elias Sinclair?" Quinn Lockwood, with her hair in a low ponytail and face untouched by makeup, bent slightly, softly calling Elias Sinclair.

"How can you be so gentle? He was hugging and cuddling with that woman behind your back." Xenia Monroe felt a surge of anger, pointing at Joyce Kramer with a hand trembling slightly with fury.

Quinn Lockwood frowned slightly at Joyce Kramer before moving her gaze away.

"Looks like Elias mistook a person."

"Miss Kramer’s outfit today does slightly resemble mine." Quinn Lockwood tugged at the corners of her mouth lightly; she had understood it from the first glance she had cast toward Joyce Kramer.

Although she had no mind to deal with Joyce Kramer now, seeing that this woman was glaring at her with a face full of resentment, Quinn Lockwood felt extremely unhappy.

This time, she decided to return the favor and give her some distress!

Joyce Kramer’s face changed instantly upon hearing Quinn Lockwood’s words, clenching her fists tightly.

"Savannah, you finally came." At this point, Elias Sinclair propped himself up on the sofa, and after stumbling a couple of steps, he immediately hugged Quinn Lockwood.

"Wife, will you take me home, please?" The man leaned almost entirely on Quinn Lockwood, pressing his cheek against hers, like a child playfully trying to get his way.

Quinn Lockwood was utterly bewildered, almost not managing to support Elias Sinclair.

And it wasn’t just Quinn Lockwood who was bewildered; the resentfully standing Joyce Kramer was stunned for quite a while, unable to believe that someone as noble as Mr. Sinclair could act coquettishly toward a woman.

Xenia Monroe, seeing this, raised an eyebrow slightly and took the slightly startled Dylan Quinn, hurriedly withdrawing from the scene.

"How much did you drink?" Quinn Lockwood’s face was burning hot, and her breathing became slightly erratic with nervousness.

Elias Sinclair gently rubbed against Quinn Lockwood’s cheek but didn’t respond to her query, evidently too drunk to do so.

"Brother, give me a hand!" Quinn Lockwood placed both hands against Elias Sinclair’s back to prevent him from accidentally falling, turning her head to seek help from Cameron Grant.

Cameron Grant sat quietly on the sofa across, keeping his head lowered.

Upon hearing Quinn Lockwood calling him, he only stood up after a few seconds.

In his eyes was an almost undetectable hint of loss and chilliness.

With Cameron Grant’s help, they placed Elias Sinclair in the car. Quinn Lockwood, looking at Elias Sinclair with his eyes lightly closed, let out a slight sigh. Thɪs chapter is updated by novèlfire.net

She took the car keys from Elias Sinclair’s pocket, and just as she was about to start the car, she was pulled over by the man in the passenger seat.

He left a light kiss on her lips, carrying a faint aroma of red wine.

"You..." Quinn Lockwood pressed her lips together, looking at Elias Sinclair with a hint of anger.

Yet she saw him already leaning against the seat, eyes half-lidded in a daze.

A strange emotion flickered through Quinn Lockwood’s heart, and her cheeks began to burn as she started the car.

With nearly superhuman effort, Quinn Lockwood finally managed to get Elias Sinclair back to the room.

The moment Elias Sinclair entered, he collapsed straight onto the sofa, tightly holding onto Quinn Lockwood’s arm.

"So hot." The man tugged at his tie with one hand, his fair and handsome face tinged with a light red.

"Let me do it." Seeing Elias Sinclair struggling with his tie, Quinn Lockwood hesitated for a second, then decided to help him get undressed.

After all, when she drank too much before, Elias Sinclair even removed her makeup for her.

Quinn Lockwood leaned down, her fair and tender fingers slowly moved to Elias Sinclair’s neck, helping him remove the tie and taking off his suit jacket.

But...she couldn’t just let Elias Sinclair sleep in his shirt, nor could she leave him on the sofa; that would be too careless.

Quinn Lockwood puffed her cheeks and decided to help Elias Sinclair change into his pajamas, leaving the pants... be!

As Quinn Lockwood continued, the buttons on the man’s shirt were unfastened one by one, revealing a sexy and sturdy chest.