Chapter 410: Chapter 410
Quinn didn’t utter the second half of the sentence; she bit her lower lip hard, suppressing the rising sourness from the depths of her heart.
Watching tears well up again in Quinn’s eyes, Xenia seemed to suddenly understand something.
She quickly grabbed a tissue and placed it beside Quinn in case she might break into tears at any moment.
"Savannah, have you fallen for Mr. Sinclair? You’re clearly jealous." Xenia looked at Quinn, reading the same emotions in her eyes as she felt herself.
The feeling of watching the man you love being embraced by another woman.
It was so unbearably bitter, suffocatingly so!
Xenia wasn’t blaming or feeling jealous of Quinn; she knew Quinn didn’t have romantic feelings for Dylan, and their relationship was just a close friendship and good partnership.
It simply brought back memories of that bitter feeling of jealousy. It was just uncomfortable.
"If you love him, you should cherish it well."
"It’s such a blessing to be able to be with the one you love for a lifetime, and I can see Mr. Sinclair really likes you, even more than you like him."
Xenia curled up on the sofa in the same position as Quinn, resting her chin on her knees, speaking with a subtle smile on her lips.
A warm current surged inexplicably in her heart.
Indeed, being with the one you love would be so blissful.
Xenia’s mind conjured Dylan’s handsome face; he was a sunny and intriguing person. Although every time they went out, he’d wrap himself up tightly like a dumpling, they still had a blast.
Dylan’s many secret hideaways were like treasures, bringing her endless surprises, and Xenia also excelled at things Dylan found interesting, often losing track of time in their company.
There were even several times when Dylan’s agent would frantically call him back for filming, and Xenia would often put aside a bunch of things, causing her subordinates to complain about overtime.
Thinking about all the interesting little incidents between them, Xenia suddenly broke into a gentle laugh.
Quinn turned her head to look at Xenia, seeing the bright little stars shimmering in her clear eyes.
She was about to ask something when she saw the light in Xenia’s eyes dim, swallowing back the unspoken words.
She decided to wait for a better time to ask when both of them were in a better state.
Xenia’s voice sounded in her ear again, restored to its usual innocent and cute tone: "I bet that woman in the office is just a crazy fangirl, like Joyce Kramer, those with just a bit of skill who make excuses to enter the company."
She couldn’t believe any woman could be more charming than Quinn.
Besides, although Xenia didn’t have much contact with Elias, because of Savannah, she knew a bit about him.
It’s well known that Elias is absolutely not interested in women and has immense self-control. Not to mention those trying to seduce him, even Savannah with her alluring 36D figure got thrown out when Elias was drugged, let alone other women.
Touching even a strand of Elias’s hair was absolutely impossible.
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Ever since Quinn’s soul merged into Savannah’s body, as the original owner’s memories gradually faded, her body underwent changes.
Though others couldn’t quite see it, Quinn knew her features were increasingly resembling her previous self, even the 36D bust seemed to have slightly shrunk.
However, it’s alright, it’s just the temperament becoming more like her former self, as for the exact changes in appearance, it really was hard to tell.
Listening to Xenia’s words, Quinn lowered her head onto her knees, quietly rising feelings stirred within her heart.
It seemed she was right.
She liked Elias Sinclair... Elias Sinclair also liked her...
Quinn couldn’t be quite sure whether Elias truly liked her.
Sometimes, he was so thoughtful, so gentle, that she’d feel she’d melt in his embrace.
But at other times, he was so cold, making her feel distant.
Quinn felt somewhat powerless, her heart seemingly empty, devoid of purpose and direction.
Later on, she didn’t know how long they chatted, Quinn didn’t even realize when she fell asleep.
Anyway, when she opened her eyes, it was time to head to the shooting set.
Due to crying too much yesterday, Quinn’s eyes still hadn’t reduced their swelling. To avoid affecting the shooting effect, Quinn almost always put an ice pack on her eyes whenever she had free time.
The late autumn weather was already quite chilly, and today was all outdoor scenes. Although several heaters were placed near the rest chairs, Quinn still felt her fingers might freeze off.
"Alright, stop applying that, it’s freezing you to death." Sharon snatched the ice pack from Quinn’s hand and threw it onto a nearby table, then handed her a hot coffee.
She’d never seen such a big star like Quinn being so obedient.
The eyes weren’t even that swollen.
Even if they were a bit swollen, couldn’t the makeup artist just figure out a way to cover it up? Why did Quinn have to endure with an ice pack in such cold weather!
Sharon stood with her hands on her hips, eyeing the staff present, puffing up her cheeks in anger.
She could clearly feel that those Lockwood Group staff always seemed to bully Savannah subtly.
"Who lacks the sense to make you apply an ice pack?" Sharon squinted her eyes. Because she was born with crescent-shaped eyes that always looked like they were laughing, even when she was angry, she didn’t appear to have much intimidation.
If any behavior was particularly egregious, Sharon wouldn’t care about a person’s identity or who backed them up, she’d teach them a lesson without hesitation.
She even hit a Cloudfall Group executive, no matter how noble others were, they couldn’t surpass Cameron Grant!
Of course, excluding that member from the Sinclair Group.
"It was me, I brought it over myself, it has nothing to do with them." Quinn held her coffee cup and quickly explained to Sharon.
She knew that this girl always wanted to stand up for her; whenever anyone showed a bit of disrespect towards Quinn, Sharon was the first to object.
"Really, but..." Sharon pouted.