Rebirth of the Movie Queen: Mrs. Sinclair, Please Hug Me! Chapter 206: The Brothers’ Unusual Behavior

The man’s slender fingers covered his own cold, thin lips, as if the sweet and smooth taste of Quinn Lockwood still lingered there, causing his Adam’s apple to move ever so slightly.

But when he thought about Quinn Lockwood and Dylan Quinn spending ti together while he was away, especially what he just saw at Dylan’s apartnt...

A hint of loss flashed in Elias Sinclair’s deep, dark eyes for a mont.

And what exactly is the relationship between Jonah Hansen and Quinn Lockwood? According to Kevin’s investigation, they only t by chance at the Lockwood Group, but Jonah seed to have quite a fondness for her.

Elias Sinclair furrowed his brows even tighter, resting his hands on the table, rubbing his temples. He had never felt so agitated before.

He walked over to the window, gazing at the dazzling lights of the night outside, sharply contrasting with his current state. The man then picked up his suit jacket at the door and after a mont, strode out.

Upon arriving at the Succulent restaurant, Elias ordered the red snapper, Quinn Lockwood’s favorite dish, but he didn’t touch it.

He downed the whiskey in his glass in one go, his eyes still as dark as night.

"Sir, drinking alone?" At this mont, a woman in a black tailored suit, with a sensually alluring look, approached with a glass of red wine, looking at Elias Sinclair with a coquettish smile.

The man’s brows tightened, not even lifting his eyes to look at her.

"Get lost." The cold and angry words made the woman’s face turn pale, not daring to move an inch closer.

The man before her with a prominent and handso nose, a sharply defined jawline, and an imposing aura made her unable to resist the urge to worship him.

And the sexy Adam’s apple on his fair, slender neck and the firm body under the black suit made the woman want to crawl beneath him and surrender.

"Don’t be so harsh. Drinking alone is boring; it’s more fun with company." The woman blinked her enchanting eyes and sat directly across from Elias Sinclair.

Having played the field for many years, she had never failed to seduce a man.

"Get lost!" The man’s thin lips were tightly pressed, and he slightly raised his eyes to glance at the woman before him, full of disgust in his gaze.

The sudden cold expression and the chilling aura around him made the woman shiver instantly.

It was utterly terrifying.

No longer daring to linger for another second, the woman hurriedly picked up her glass and left awkwardly.

It seed like she would suffocate under the man’s terrifying and oppressive air in the next second.

A thin layer of ice gradually covered his eyes, Elias Sinclair filled his glass again and downed it in one go.

The numbing sensation of the alcohol spread throughout his body, his head felt swollen, and his vision was vaguely blurred.

Images of him kissing Quinn Lockwood constantly flashed through his mind.

He seed to want to experience that sweet and tingling sensation once more.

Growing more irritable and depressed, Elias Sinclair took out his phone and called Caron Grant.

Besides the fact that he was his childhood friend, another reason was that he belonged to the Lowell family.

He could more or less feel Savannah Lowell’s presence through him, at least knowing sothing about her.

"Elias, calling at such a late hour, is there sothing urgent?" The voice on the other end, clear and gentle, seed to carry a hint of concern.

Leaning back in his chair, Elias Sinclair, with eyes as still as an ancient well, looked at the passing pedestrians outside the window; his icy gaze gave no hint of what he was currently thinking.

"I’m at Succulent."

"Drinking alone is indeed dull, co over and join ." Perhaps due to the effect of the high alcohol content, Elias Sinclair’s tone wasn’t as cold as usual; instead, it carried a slight tinge of lancholy.

"You’re drinking alone?" Caron Grant found it sowhat unbelievable; he had never heard Elias speak in such a tone, nor had he ever heard of him drinking alone outside.

"Mm, Savannah and Dylan... are probably..." Elias didn’t finish the sentence, not because he didn’t want Caron Grant to know that Quinn Lockwood might be with Dylan at that mont, but because the thought of their lively and ambiguous atmosphere made him feel inexplicably sour.

"It’s nothing, just co over now, or the snapper I ordered will get cold." Retrieving his gaze from the window, Elias Sinclair looked at the tender and juicy red snapper on the table, his sexy, thin lips slightly pressed.

"Okay."

After hanging up, a strange feeling silently crossed Caron Grant’s heart, making him feel sowhat uncomfortable inside.

From the aning behind Elias Sinclair’s words, it seed that sothing happened involving Dylan and his sister, which caused him to go out drinking alone.

Was Elias’s concern for Savannah already at this level?

Moreover, Caron Grant knew that Elias Sinclair generally didn’t like fish, yet red snapper was Quinn Lockwood’s favorite.

His clear, peach-blossom eyes lowered slightly, instantly tinting with a slight chill.

Caron Grant changed into a blue-and-white casual outfit and quickly drove to the restaurant where Elias Sinclair was.

"Elias." Gently curling his lips, Caron Grant gave a small smile and then sat across from Elias Sinclair.

Elias Sinclair snapped his fingers, signaling for the server to co over.

He ordered a few more bottles of whiskey and Eaux-De-Vie. Caron Grant looked at the now cool West African red snapper peanut soup on the table and shook his head with so regret, saying, "Looks like I still ca too late; it’s already cold."

Elias Sinclair rubbed his sowhat swollen temples, a faint smile on his lips, lightly spinning the glass on the table with his fingers.

"It’s never too late for a drink."

Fixing the glass in place, the man looked up at Caron Grant, lightly clinking his glass.

"Alright, then we’ll drink to our hearts’ content." Caron Grant smiled slightly and clinked glasses with Elias Sinclair.

Just like that, the two n, each harboring their own thoughts, drank together in shared gloom.

After three rounds of drinks, both seed a bit tipsy. As they were about to finish the last glass and leave, Caron Grant’s phone rang.

Seeing Savannah Lowell’s na on the screen, they both paused for a mont.

"Brother, am I disturbing your rest?" It was already eleven at night, and Quinn Lockwood didn’t want to disturb her brother by calling so late, but she wanted to ask about the arrangents for Mrs. Lowell’s birthday tomorrow.

"How could you disturb ? No matter what ti it is, I’m always here for you, Savannah." Caron Grant’s face was adorned with a gentle smile, and his tone was as soft and comforting as a spring breeze.

Hearing her brother’s response, Quinn Lockwood felt a strange sense of strength and security in her heart; having soone always waiting for her was such a comforting feeling.