Chapter 371: Chapter 371

She looked into Elias Sinclair’s deep eyes and noticed that the whites of his eyes were slightly red, with bloodshot veins spread across his gaze.

Quinn Lockwood pursed her lips, feeling a slight pang of bitterness in her heart.

He seemed really tired.

"Hmm? Why are you staring at me so intently? Missed me?" Elias raised an eyebrow, teasing Quinn with a playful tone as his eyes, strained from fatigue, glistened with a hint of moisture.

"You’re overthinking it." Quinn shook her head and rolled her eyes dramatically at Elias, not even bothering to argue with him further.

The man curved his lips into a faint smile and left a gentle kiss on Quinn’s forehead, and as her face flushed and her heart raced, he closed his eyes and fell asleep as if nothing had happened.

Quinn kept her body stiff and straight, but unable to resist Elias’s strength, she had to relax obediently and snuggled honestly into his embrace.

The lamp beside the bed emitted a soft glow, and the room was enveloped in tranquility. Only the soft breathing of the two could be heard.

The next day, Quinn woke up late, yawning with a lingering sense of sleepiness. As soon as she opened her eyes, she was met with a pair of clear and bright eyes.

But the red veins in his eyes had not yet faded away.

"Did you sleep well?" Elias’s lips curved into a smile, and his thick eyebrows rippled with gentle waves.

Quinn’s eyes, still carrying the mist of early morning, blinked in surprise. She seemed to have forgotten that she fell asleep with this man the night before, lost in thought for a while.

"You’re watching me so seriously again." The man’s handsome, flawless face appeared relaxed and joyful.

Quinn’s petite face flushed, and just as she was about to avert her gaze, the man’s large hand lifted her chin.

"I was just considering giving you a reward, yet you dodged it—truly naughty."

Quinn stiffened her neck, trying to avoid him, but the man’s large hand dominantly slipped under her clothes, gripping her slender waist.

"What are you doing, so early in the morning!" Quinn was extremely nervous, the warm hand on her waist was mischievously caressing her, sliding upwards.

Elias raised an eyebrow slyly, lowering his head to nuzzle Quinn’s small nose teasingly, saying, "My dear, it’s not early anymore, anything can be done."

"Is something wrong with you? I am not your pet to be noticed when you want and ignored when you don’t." Quinn put on a stern face, recalling how Elias had been ignoring her.

She couldn’t believe that he hadn’t checked his phone for days.

Elias felt utterly baffled by Quinn’s bad mood from last night until now.

What exactly has happened to make her so indifferent towards him?

"Who said you’re a pet? Is it the maid who bullied you, or did someone tell you something?" Elias’s slightly deep voice was very pleasant, still cool overall, but incredibly comforting.

Quinn pouted, "Why don’t you tell me what happened these two days, so I know why you’re angry." The warm breath of the man brushed against her face, carrying a faintly stable scent of woods, his proximity making his already handsome features appear deeper and more elegant.

Just looking at his face made half of Quinn’s anger dissipate, especially since Elias hadn’t shown any impatience from start to finish, but instead carefully inquired about her feelings.

"You..." Quinn bit her lip, her emotions beginning to calm down, her hand on Elias’s waist moved slightly, realizing he still maintained the sleeping posture from last night.

She tilted her head to look at Elias, only to find that weariness lingered on his face.

He seemed to mention last night that he hadn’t rested in days.

So did he rush back immediately after finishing his work there?

An odd feeling swept over her heart. Quinn shifted her body to give Elias more space, her cherry-pink lips bitten slightly red by her teeth.

"I’m not mad, it’s just that I called you twice the other day and you didn’t answer, making me feel disrespected!" Quinn lowered her eyes, her small mouth pouting slightly.

Hearing this, Elias’s eyebrows instantly furrowed into a tight crease, his tone also grew cold: "I didn’t receive any of your calls."

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The man frowned, his eyes gradually deepening, but he patiently explained to Quinn why he hadn’t contacted her.

"So it was because you were too busy that you didn’t receive my calls?" Quinn’s expression softened some, but she suddenly seemed to think of something and put on a stern face again.

"No, my calls were actually hung up." Quinn pursed her lips, casting a suspicious look at Elias.

At this moment, Elias’s gaze turned icy. To ensure the quality and efficiency of the meetings over there, he instructed everyone not to bring their phones in.

All phones were kept at the front desk or with personal assistants.

As the chairman, Elias naturally set an example, but rather than leaving his phone at the front desk or with Joyce Kramer, he left it in his office.

Considering the last time Joyce secretly used his phone to send messages, Elias thought she must have had a hand in this as well.

"I didn’t see any missed calls." The man’s deep eyes narrowed slightly, carrying an ominous and dangerous aura.

His large hand firmly held Quinn’s waist, his voice cold yet resolute: "I will get to the bottom of this."

"Just stay at home and be good." Elias removed his hand from Quinn’s waist, ruffling her hair indulgently.

"How could you not see my calls..." Quinn was still puzzled, her little face scrunched up as she murmured softly.

"Alright, don’t think too much about it. Feeling hungry?" Elias’s gaze swept over Quinn’s reddened lips, lifting his eyes slightly to ask.

Only when Elias asked did Quinn realize she was indeed hungry.

These past few days, busy with looking for Linda and Gabriel Zane, she had hardly eaten anything, and her stomach had long started to feel faintly sour.

Elias gently lifted Quinn’s arm, pushed the quilt aside, and got out of bed first.

"You can lie down for a while longer, I’ll call you when breakfast is ready." The man walked to the wardrobe and took off his pajamas, revealing a fair, alluring back as he turned away from Quinn.

The man opened the wardrobe and from one end, pulled out a white loungewear set.