Chapter 337: Chapter 337
Quinn Lockwood gave a fierce white eye to Mikael, who was snickering, realizing that this guy had been teasing her all along.
"Male lead, get a little closer, tilt a bit, turn your head away."
"Alright, alright, hold this pose and silently count to three, then let go of the female lead," the assistant director directed the positions of the two using a megaphone.
The handsome man with bright eyes tenderly kissed the petite and cute woman in front of him, his meticulously carved features full of tenderness, cherry blossom-colored lips curling into a perfect arc, seemingly always smiling.
A strand of warm sunlight pierced through the clouds, shining on the young couple deeply in love, gentle and carefree.
In order to better utilize the popularity of Quinn Lockwood and Mikael to promote the film, the crew’s leaders decided to use a kissing photo of the two as the main promotional poster for the release date after a consultation.
The official X account first posted the retouched photo, and as soon as it was released, it shot up to the trending topics list.
The first to explode with excitement were the "Savannah and Elias" CP fans, who quickly lined up, manually tagging "domineering" husband Elias Sinclair.
As the repost count increased, some new fans also began discussing the matter in comments, and some big names and marketing accounts initiated the topic of the "Savannah and Elias" CP, along with standing in line to vote!
The results showed that about ninety percent of the voters, excluding some who joined randomly, expressed their support for the "Savannah and Elias" CP rather than the "Mischa and Mikael" CP.
However, our Boss Sinclair was busy investigating an important matter at the time and hadn’t noticed this kissing incident that was causing a fan uproar. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel{f}ire.net
The man sat half leaning in the boss’s chair, legs crossed, with deep, dark eyes.
Joyce Kramer stood on the opposite side of the desk, lowering her head slightly towards Elias Sinclair, her heart jumping anxiously.
Mr. Sinclair had let her stand here for a long time, neither dismissing her nor instructing her to handle any tasks, just keeping her waiting without a word.
Joyce covertly glanced at Elias Sinclair from time to time, hoping to glean some content from his expression.
But the man’s face remained cold, his expression so aloof that no emotion could be discerned.
"Do you know about the incident with Savannah Lowell and Mikael?"
Joyce’s heart suddenly skipped a beat, her eyes flashing with a slightly unnatural gleam, but she quickly collected herself.
"Sir, did you forget? You were the one who asked me to find Miss Lowell’s location that day," Joyce displayed a naturally innocent expression, her curled eyelashes flitting with every blink.
"Hmm, I’m asking if you knew where Savannah Lowell was before you investigated," the man side-eyed Joyce, his gaze deep and unfathomable.
Joyce tightened her throat, evading his gaze the moment it met Elias Sinclair’s.
Perhaps realizing her reaction was too unnatural, Joyce paused briefly before looking back, only to find that Elias Sinclair’s scrutinizing gaze had turned even colder.
"Of course, I didn’t know, sir." Joyce smiled naturally, her tone and expression returning to normal.
"Mm, you may leave." The man lowered his eyes, a trace of an indescribable gleam passing through them.
Joyce respectfully nodded and then turned to leave.
She couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something strange in Mr. Sinclair’s gaze earlier.
Could he have discovered something?
Impossible, she had arranged everything seamlessly.
Joyce took a deep breath, meticulously reviewing the situation from start to finish, and only after confirming no trace was left behind did she calm down.
When Elias Sinclair finished work and returned home, it was nearly midnight.
"Brother... you, you came home quite early?" Nina Sinclair quickly stuffed her phone under herself, awkwardly pulling at the corners of her mouth.
Elias Sinclair frowned slightly, glancing at the clock on the wall before letting his scrutinizing gaze fall on Nina Sinclair.
"Did something happen?" the man’s deep voice carried a hint of seriousness.
Nina quickly shook her head, waving her hand to indicate nothing was going on.
"I come back around this time almost every day."
"What exactly are you hiding from me?" Elias Sinclair’s sharp eyes bore into Nina Sinclair, his brows already furrowed.
"Uh, well... brother... you should just, see for yourself." Knowing she couldn’t hide it from her brother, Nina hesitantly pulled out her phone and handed it to Elias Sinclair.
"I’m going upstairs to study, goodnight, brother!" The moment Elias Sinclair took the phone, Nina didn’t look back as she dashed upstairs, speaking as she ran.
Sorry, sister-in-law, but it wasn’t me, Nina, being disloyal this time— it’s just that my brother is too frightening!
Nina silently prayed for Quinn Lockwood while also hoping she would be forgiven once she knew about this.
As soon as Elias Sinclair saw the photo, his face immediately darkened.
Rather than saying it darkened, it’s more accurate to say he was trying to suppress the anger rising within him.
The man stood quietly for a few seconds, then the air pressure around him suddenly plummeted, his clear, handsome face turning sinister and cold, foreshadowing an impending storm.
He abruptly tossed the phone onto the sofa and strode away with his long legs, slamming the door shut with a bang.
Nina Sinclair, hiding halfway up the stairs, was so startled by her brother’s angry demeanor that cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
It’s over; sister-in-law is in big trouble.
On an autumn night, the air was filled with a biting chill, and moonlight streamed through the car window, making Elias Sinclair’s already icy face appear even colder and more somber.
Elias Sinclair parked the car outside the set, and upon entering the photography hall, he immediately saw his wife chatting animatedly with Mikael.
"Yes, the breakfast at that place is indeed delicious, with so many choices," Quinn Lockwood leaned in, peering at Mikael’s phone, her eyes sparkling.
"I thought you’d like it. Don’t worry, I’ll bring it for you tomorrow morning. What do you want to eat?" Mikael handed his phone to Quinn Lockwood, letting her choose what she wanted for breakfast the next day.
Just as Quinn Lockwood was about to take the phone, she was gently drawn into a solid and broad chest from behind.
"My dear, I’m so sorry— I might have gone too far last night. I heard you got up late and didn’t have the chance to eat."
Elias Sinclair pressed his face to Quinn Lockwood’s neck, his large hand rubbing her tummy over her clothes with a warm touch.
"But it’s not my fault— you’re just too tempting." The man whispered into Quinn Lockwood’s ear, causing her cheeks to flush, and her body to tremble slightly.