Rebirth of the Movie Queen: Mrs. Sinclair, Please Hug Me! Chapter 110: Comfort

Quinn Lockwood struggled fiercely, but as a woman, how could she resist the strength of several n?

Terrified, she closed her eyes, hearing the vulgar laughter of the n, and Quinn even began to regret getting off that taxi.

Her heart gradually sank, and hopelessness slowly crept into her eyes...

"Ah!"

"Who hit ?"

The expected scene did not occur; instead, there were cries of pain from the n.

Was soone rescuing her? Quinn clung tightly to her shoulders, slowly opening her eyes. Due to the tears, she couldn’t clearly see who the man was, only felt the silhouette was very familiar.

The man kicked the chest of that middle-aged guy, and he instantly flew back several ters. The other two dared not approach lightly after a brief stunned mont, and they ran off quickly with the middle-aged man who had fallen to the side.

Quinn wiped her eyes, sowhat disbelieving—is that Elias Sinclair? How could he appear here? Wasn’t he supposed to be driven away by her?

She wanted to stand up but was too weak from excessive fear.

Elias noticed the woman’s pale face as she cowered in the corner, his brows tightly knitted, his heart suddenly tightening. He hurriedly took off his coat and draped it over her.

Feeling Quinn’s trembling body, he unconsciously patted her back.

"Elias Sinclair, it’s really you... uh." Upon seeing the man’s face clearly, Quinn couldn’t hold back anymore. She threw herself into his arms, crying bitterly.

A cold wind blew by, Elias embraced the trembling woman with one arm, his other hand continued to lightly pat her back.

"It’s ." The man’s tone softened considerably.

Feeling the solid and warm chest of the other, Quinn’s wildly beating heart gradually cald down. She clung to the man tightly, her body trembling less fiercely.

"Put your hand around my neck." The man’s tone still carried a hint of command; only after she positioned her hand did he lift her up, carrying her back to the car.

Elias observed Quinn’s huddled form, a soft spot in his heart seed touched, and he did not let go, maintaining his embrace as he stood by the car door.

Quinn leaned weakly against his shoulder, her hand still clinging tightly to his arm.

"I will handle this matter, don’t worry." Sensing the faint scent of gardenia from her body, Elias suddenly felt a tremor in his heart.

"I... I’m so scared, they... I..." Quinn, sowhat incoherent, looked at Elias with eyes slowly seeking help and reliance.

"Don’t be afraid, I’m here." Seeing her pale face and the tightly gripped little hands, Elias’s gaze softened unexpectedly, his clumsy yet soothing words gave Quinn imnse security.

The man gently ruffled her hair, furrowing his brow as he pulled her closer into his embrace.

"Do you want to go back to The Sinclair Residence?" The man’s voice rang in her ear again.

Quinn squeezed his hand suddenly but soon returned to normal, responding dully, "No, Dad and Mom are still waiting for at ho."

"Thank you for today, and thank you for lending your shoulder to ." Quinn’s tone was quietly sad.

"Then I’ll take you back to The Lowell Family." Elias looked at her face, lightly answered.

"Okay." Quinn moved her head away from his shoulder, and as the warmth of the fragrance beside her vanished, Elias couldn’t help but frown.

At the entrance to The Lowell Residence, Quinn took off the jacket to return to Elias, but he directly draped it back on her.

"You go in." With that, the man returned to the car but did not leave imdiately, watching the woman until she went in.

"Savannah’s back!" Mrs. Lowell noticed Quinn returning, still wearing Elias’s coat, and couldn’t help but smile.

"I’m back, Dad, Mom." Quinn forced a smile, lowering her eyes to prevent them from seeing her tear-stained red eyes. She didn’t want Mr. and Mrs. Lowell to suspect anything unusual or worry.

"Since you’re back, rest early." Mr. Lowell sat on the sofa, looking sternly at Quinn, holding a docunt in his hand.

"Dad, you should rest early too, I’ll head upstairs now." Quinn said with a deliberately relaxed tone.

Because of today’s event, Quinn was clearly startled, unable to sleep no matter what at night, her head faintly aching making her feel very uncomfortable, she simply got up to go downstairs for so warm water, but happened to overhear Mr. Lowell on the phone in the study.

"Yes, yes, Savannah’s trending topic must steadily be pulled down, Brother Liu, I’ll count on you for this matter."

Turns out Mr. Lowell was contacting friends within the circle to take down the trending topic for her.

Hearing Mr. Lowell discussing content with the other party at the door, Quinn suddenly felt a bit breathless, holding back the sourness that threatened to co up, realizing Mr. Lowell truly always cared... Although he never spoke it out, he was eliminating obstacles for her behind the scenes.

She suddenly really envied Savannah Lowell...

Quinn returned to her room, staring blankly at the ceiling while lying in bed.

The milky white light illuminated her face, yet she found it not glaring at all, after a mont she closed her eyes, trying hard to fall asleep, but the scenes of those terrifying n pulling her, and Elias Sinclair’s broad arms lingered in her mind.

And at The Sinclair Residence...

Elias sat at his desk in the study, dialing a phone call: "On 6th Avenue today, three drunk individuals appeared, send soone to investigate them, and take them to the police station."

After hanging up, a few sharp glints flashed in the man’s eyes.

"Ah—" Quinn’s dream surprisingly showed scenes of n tearing at her clothes, she struggled twice then opened her eyes in terror.

"Savannah, what’s wrong?" Caron Grant’s anxious voice ca from outside the door.

Quinn regained her composure, wiped her sweaty forehead, then got out of bed and walked to the door, calming herself down.

"Brother, I’m fine, just had a nightmare." Quinn saw his worried expression, forcing a smile.

Caron noticed she seed alright, then relaxed with a gentle smile saying, "As long as you’re okay, but why did you have a nightmare suddenly?"

"Ah... Perhaps because... I’m too exhausted lately, yes, I’m too tired." Quinn awkwardly smiled, almost shivering.

"I won’t disturb your rest then, call anyti if you’re scared." Caron’s gaze remained gentle, but Quinn felt extrely uneasy.

"Not only Dad and Mom, but brother has always cared about too." Thinking of this, Quinn felt incredibly warm and soon entered peaceful sleep.

"Savannah, Savannah, sothing’s wrong, wake up." In the middle of the night, urgent knocking woke Quinn.

She ran to the door, seeing Mrs. Lowell’s face filled with urgency and worry.

"Savannah, your dad has fainted, Caron just took him to the hospital..." Before Mrs. Lowell finished, Quinn bolted downstairs.

"Which hospital, Mom." She shouted while running.

"Child, wait for mom." Mrs. Lowell hurried along.

All the way, Quinn nearly floored the gas pedal fully, upon learning Mr. Lowell drank a bit out of worry for her matter, Quinn felt even more guilty.

Due to physical reasons, the doctor had warned Mr. Lowell long ago against drinking alcohol anymore.

This ti because of her matter, Dad was both worried and angry, surely the situation should be a bit dire, thinking of this, Quinn couldn’t help but want to slap herself.