Chapter 97: Chapter 97

Elias Sinclair noticed her gaze lingering on the takeout beside him, and his expression became even colder.

Trying this tactic again? This was a hotel under his own company. Who would dare to spread rumors about him?

"This is my hotel; no one will say anything." Elias sat with his legs crossed on the chair, watching Quinn Lockwood swallow hard on the side, finding it extremely amusing.

He really wanted to see how long she could hold out.

"They might not say it out loud, but they’ll think badly of you, right? Besides, we have to get up early to start work tomorrow. Mr. Sinclair, you’ve had a long day too; why not rest early?" Quinn Lockwood really wanted to slap herself. She was being so obsequious at that moment, going to any lengths just to enjoy her meal in peace.

Seeing this woman still trying to find ways to get him to leave, Elias’s face turned exceptionally gloomy, as if the temperature around them suddenly dropped to a few degrees below zero.

"Stop feigning concern." Elias stood up and grabbed Quinn’s wrist, pulling her toward him.

Quinn was suddenly pulled over, lost her balance, and stumbled into Elias’s arms.

Feeling the man’s broad chest and unique warmth, Quinn’s face instantly turned red, and she pushed Elias away.

Unexpectedly, the woman pushed him so hard, causing Elias to take two steps back, almost hitting the table behind him.

"You’re getting bolder and bolder, woman."

No one had ever dared to treat him before.

This woman dared to "lay hands" on him repeatedly.

This "lay hands" referred to the times since Quinn’s rebirth when she had kicked him twice and pushed him several times.

"Why are you looking at me like that? It was you who came to my room in the middle of the night and pulled me over first. Isn’t it okay for me to be scared?" Quinn saw Elias frowning, looking at her coldly, his body slightly trembling with anger, and she couldn’t help but feel a bit frightened.

Wasn’t it just a push? She had accidentally kicked him before, and it wasn’t a big deal. Why was he so angry this time? Besides, it wasn’t her fault anyway.

Thinking of this, Quinn regained her confidence, straightened her neck, and looked at him with a justifiable, not-my-fault expression.

"What are you afraid of, huh?" Elias thought she was deliberately teasing him, so he pulled Quinn over even more forcefully.

This time, he didn’t give her a chance to struggle, holding her tightly in his embrace and gently exhaling warm breath by her ear.

"What’s there to be afraid of? Don’t you know we’re a married couple?" Although his words were intimate, Elias’s tone revealed his barely contained anger.

"Are you afraid I’ll eat you?" Elias lifted her chin, his eyes burning with fury.

He suddenly moved closer to Quinn’s face, stopping about a centimeter from her lips, and slowly said, "I didn’t care even when you offered yourself up willingly. Do you think I would like you playing innocent?"

After speaking, he stood up straight and released Quinn, looking at her with disdain.

Then there was a loud slap.

She looked at him with a face full of resentment, gritting her teeth and clenching her fists tightly, as if he had done something unforgivable.

"Let me tell you, Elias Sinclair, you were the one who took the initiative to sign the contract with me, and the one who asked me to be the spokesperson. You were also the one who came to my room and pulled me over tonight."

Quinn couldn’t believe she had actually slapped Elias. She was so exasperated that she didn’t know what she was doing, but what he said truly infuriated her.

"So what if we are a couple in name? We’re just putting on a show for Grandpa’s sake! Even though the divorce agreement was torn up, since I’ve signed it, it’s still valid."

"I’ve already said before that I was immature in the past. Please, Mr. Sinclair, speak with a bit more respect in the future. Although I have a bad reputation, I won’t tolerate just any slander."

Quinn was genuinely angry this time. She gave Elias a standard 90-degree bow and said, "I’m truly sorry for slapping you just now. If you’re upset, feel free to slap me back."

After speaking, Quinn stood straight, took a step forward, and stood in front of Elias with her eyes closed.

When she didn’t feel any movement from him for a while, she opened her eyes.

She saw him glaring at her with icy, angry eyes, his thin lips pressed tightly together, and his expression extremely rigid.

Indeed, he still looked as arrogant and domineering as before, only now reflected in his attitude towards her.

Thinking of this made Elias feel an inexplicable discomfort in his heart, uncomfortable with how Quinn was treating him.

Remembering how Quinn used to cling to him like a leech, with her radical, jealous, and extreme demeanor, Elias felt utterly disgusted. For origınal chapters go to novel⚑fire.net

Now it seemed she had reversed her behavior, behaving graciously with others while seemingly avoiding him at all costs.

"I’m not one to stoop to hitting a woman." Elias replied coldly.

"But I advise you not to go too far! No one has ever dared slap me face to face , totally unaware of the consequences."

It was both a threat and a warning. Elias squinted his somber eyes at Quinn, his tone extremely low.

Then he noticed that she was still barefoot on the ground, his expression changed slightly, and he told her to go to bed early so as not to delay the shoot tomorrow, then left, slamming the door behind him.

Quinn looked towards the door, feeling a bit unsettled inside.

She must have thoroughly offended Elias Sinclair now, unsure if he would bring personal grievances into their work.

On second thought, although Elias was cold and arrogant, he didn’t seem petty or vindictive, which reassured her a bit.

Grumble... Her stomach growled again.

No matter, no matter. She’d take things one step at a time. She better fill her stomach first; being full and rested is necessary for work.

In a whirlwind-like speed, only bones and trash were left on the table.

Quinn let out a long, satisfied burp, with a look of contentment on her face.

Aight, next up brush teeth and sleep!

Just like that, with a wall between them, Quinn and Elias, one was sound asleep, while the other lay awake long into the night, until they both awoke with the first rays of morning sunlight.

Bang bang bang! Quinn was jolted awake by a loud knock on the door.

"Savannah Lowell!" Elias’s voice, full of gritted teeth, came from outside. Quinn jumped in fright, practically rolling out of bed.

She had slept too soundly, didn’t hear the alarm, and now the sun was up—it was time to start work.