Rebirth of the Movie Queen: Mrs. Sinclair, Please Hug Me! Chapter 199: Rebellion

"She’s emotionally unstable right now, better not go over there."

Jonah Hansen noticed Quinn Lockwood looking at him sowhat strangely, and quickly explained, "I’m the manager at The Lockwood Group. Mr. Lockwood is really tied up today, so he asked to take care of Ariana."

Upon hearing his unnecessary and overly defensive explanation, Quinn Lockwood’s lips curled into a slight smile, and she pulled on Jonah’s sleeve.

Enduring her disgust, she coquettishly said, "Jonah, you’re really working hard. But even if you’re super busy, rember to take care of yourself. If you wear yourself out, a lot of people would be worried."

"Do you think Savannah would be worried?" Jonah curved his lips into a smile, a hint of fervent light dancing in his eyes, and he casually rested his hand on Quinn’s shoulder.

Seeing how brazen he was right at the hospital room’s door, Quinn couldn’t help but secretly despise him.

Such a complete scumbag!

Even though she found the man before her utterly disgusting, Quinn still shyly nodded, appearing like a bashful little girl.

"Why don’t we go to the cafe downstairs and sit for a while? I heard their matcha waffle frappuccino is quite good." Jonah’s gaze lingered on Quinn’s tender pink lips, yet he maintained a gentle and composed deanor.

She lightly nodded, pressing her lips together slightly, and walked with Jonah side by side to the stairs.

Before the two even reached the stairwell, they saw Philip Chandler.

However, as he passed by Quinn Lockwood, Philip gave her a slight nod.

Upon entering the room, Philip saw the ward was a complete ss, and taking in Ariana Lynch’s gloomy expression, he imdiately knew this diva had thrown another fit, undoubtedly at Mr. Hansen, who had just been with Quinn Lockwood.

A sly glint flashed in his eyes, and Philip comforted her, "Ariana, the doctors have said you shouldn’t get angry. It’s not good for your recovery."

"What about my resources? Has anyone taken advantage of this opportunity to snatch them away?" Ariana’s expression shifted, losing her prior elegance and grace. Now, in her hospital gown, the lack of makeup made her appear pale and worn out.

Picking up the pillow and fruit tray on the floor, Philip shook his head, "Rest assured, no one can take your resources."

"By the way, was the gentleman who just left your boyfriend? I saw him outside with Savannah Lowell, and they seed to be laughing and talking."

He poured a cup of water from the table and handed it to Ariana, only for it to be tossed to the ground by her.

"Bitch!" Ariana gritted her teeth furiously, clenching her fists and struggling to sit up, only to be hindered by the cast on her leg.

She really wished she could go downstairs right now and slap that bitch Savannah Lowell hard.

And that ungrateful Jonah Hansen, too.

Picking up the phone beside her pillow, Ariana directly dialed Jonah’s number.

"Where did you go? Get back here imdiately, or you’ll regret it!" She yelled into the phone, flinging it to the ground in her frustration, shattering the screen.

Philip, seeing this, contemplated briefly with his eyes lowered, picked up the phone, placed it on the table, and planned to leave, "Your phone is broken. I’ll go get a new one now."

He certainly didn’t want to serve this troubleso diva!

Standing at the entrance of the coffee shop, Jonah Hansen’s face was darkened, his hand gripping his phone tightly as if trying to crush it.

If not for fearing that crazy Ariana would do sothing detrintal to him, he wouldn’t want to go back and endure that suffering!

The thought of Ariana’s maniacal deanor made Jonah extrely annoyed, yet he restrained his expression, tidied his jacket, and maintained a gentle, polite appearance.

"I’m really sorry, Savannah. Ariana seems to have sothing urgent. I must head back imdiately, but I’ll make it up to you properly afterward."

Quinn Lockwood blinked in slight surprise, then shook her head, "It’s okay, Jonah. You should go back quickly, Sister Ariana is more important. We’ll et another ti."

Jonah still seed hesitant, but no matter his reluctance, he inevitably had to return.

Seeing Jonah’s reluctant yet unavoidable deanor, Quinn gave a disdainful chuckle, then ordered a fragrant, calming chamomile herbal tea and savored it slowly.

No sooner had Jonah entered the hospital room than he was hit by random items thrown by Ariana.

"You’ve been eting with that bitch again? I advise you to behave yourself; don’t forget who gave you your current status and position!" She hurled the remote from the bedside table at Jonah with force, heedless of whether it might accidentally hurt him.

The impact caused Jonah intense pain in his chest; his gaze beca profoundly deep, his hands clenched into fists, a clear sign of barely controlled anger.

This horrifying slut, Ariana, dared to treat him this way, as if he wasn’t even a boyfriend, not even a damn servant.

If she weren’t still of considerable use to him, he wouldn’t tolerate this at all.

A re pheasant thinking she’s beco a phoenix!

Seeing him silent, a surge of wicked rage flared within Ariana, and she grabbed the fruit tray to hurl at Jonah.

Jonah’s patience toward Ariana had reached an extre; he caught the thrown tray, forcefully smashing it to the ground, and before Ariana could react, he slamd the door open and left.

Soon after, Ariana’s abusive shouts echoed from inside.

One day, Ariana would beg at his feet for rcy.

Lately, Jonah was driven to the brink of madness by Ariana’s tornt; without so proper relaxation, he felt he might suffocate.

Parking in front of a high-end bar, Jonah adjusted his tie and walked inside.

This place exuded lavishness and elegance, whether it’s the atmosphere, the service, or the decor—a bar only the affluent can afford. Ordinary salaried people couldn’t possibly manage to spend here.

Jonah reserved a booth near the center stage, ordering a line of foreign liquor and cocktails, drawing glances and curiosity from plenty of won with his extravagant spending and handso youthful face.

Lighting a cigarette, Jonah leaned back on the sofa, watching the sexy, seductive pole dancer in the center of the dance floor, his eyes flashing with strange light.

Taking a deep inhale of his cigarette, Jonah sat up to pour himself a drink, but a pair of slender hands with red nail polish snatched the bottle away.

"Handso, are you here alone?" the woman filled a glass and handed it to Jonah, then lightly sat beside him.