Rebirth of the Movie Queen: Mrs. Sinclair, Please Hug Me! Chapter 207: Fuzzy Memories

"So, brother, it’s mom’s birthday tomorrow. Do you have any plans? I should be ho by noon." Quinn Lockwood’s tone seed a little excited.

This would be her first ti celebrating Mrs. Lowell’s birthday. Even though she’s not really Savannah Lowell, her heart was still filled with hopeful anticipation to celebrate Mrs. Lowell’s birthday tomorrow.

"Mom said we’ll do it like usual, just have dinner together as a family."

"Got it, brother. You should rest early then. Good night." Quinn Lockwood was leaning against the hotel room’s sofa at this ti. After hanging up the call, she took a deep breath, feeling sowhat weary.

She had been busy all day and then spent a long ti at Dylan Quinn’s apartnt in the evening. Now she could fall asleep right away.

However, every ti she closed her eyes, Elias Sinclair’s stern face involuntarily appeared in her mind.

Why did he... kiss her?

Thinking of the feeling when their lips t, Quinn Lockwood’s heart beat violently, her face flushed with crimson.

What does that domineering yet gentle kiss an?

Is it a man’s inexplicable possessiveness towards his wife in na?

Maybe, after all, Elias Sinclair has always been aloof and dominant.

Although she found an explanation for Elias Sinclair’s strange behavior, Quinn Lockwood still couldn’t quite let it go.

She fussily pulled at her hair, forcing herself to sleep quickly so she could be in the best shape to celebrate Mrs. Lowell’s birthday tomorrow.

anwhile, after hanging up the call with Quinn Lockwood, Caron Grant’s lips were curved into an irrepressible smile.

"What’s going on?" Contrary to Caron Grant’s cheerful mood, Boss Sinclair was full of jealousy inside at this mont. He put down his wine glass and looked at Caron Grant with a serious expression.

"Oh, tomorrow is mom’s birthday. Savannah said she’s coming back." Caron Grant didn’t quite understand why Elias Sinclair suddenly seed so cold, but still explained to him with a gentle hint of doubt in his eyes.

Elias Sinclair’s brow furrowed imperceptibly, his eyes flickering slightly as if pondering sothing.

He then drained his glass of wine without saying anything further.

The call from Quinn Lockwood had altered the atmosphere between the two n, and since it was indeed quite late, after a few polite exchanges, the ’gathering’ ended.

The next day, when Quinn Lockwood finished shooting the last set of scenes, it was close to noon. She picked up the gift for Mrs. Lowell and greeted the director before hurrying ho.

Just as she walked out of the studio’s gate, she heard several honking sounds. Looking over, she saw Caron Grant’s car parked across the street.

She hadn’t expected Caron Grant to co pick her up, and Quinn Lockwood smiled brightly like a blossoming flower, excitedly waved her hand, and jogged across the street.

Caron Grant got out of the car, took Quinn Lockwood’s things, and placed them in the back seat, pretending to frown as he spoke with so seriousness: "Next ti, you can’t just dash across the street like that, it’s too dangerous."

Quinn Lockwood scratched her head apologetically, giggled foolishly, and nodded earnestly, saying: "Yes, sir."

She widened her eyes and struck a salute pose in a way that seed overly serious, which made her look cute. Her silver hairpin glinted in the sunshine, occasionally catching Caron Grant’s eyes with her movents.

Shaking his head helplessly, Caron Grant never knew how to handle Quinn Lockwood. He playfully tapped her nose and softened his words to a gentle reminder: "Be sure to check for vehicles when crossing the street. I’ll be worried about you."

"Got it, brother. I’ll be more careful in the future." Quinn Lockwood clung to Caron Grant’s arm playfully, speaking in a soft tone.

It seed to be only around Caron Grant that she could fully act like a child and relax, but what could she do? This gentle brother always treated her like a child and spoiled her.

"Where are we going?" Seeing the direction seed off, Quinn Lockwood tilted her head and asked curiously.

"Uh... we’re going to the hotel. Savannah, are you heading ho first, or do you have other things to handle?" Caron Grant glanced at Quinn Lockwood with slight confusion.

Due to Mrs. Lowell’s identity and long-standing habits, every year for her birthday, the family would have a al at Grand Imperial Hotel.

Firstly, because Mrs. Lowell loved the cuisine by the hotel’s head chef, and secondly, because the company executives who had good business relations or mutual dependence with The Lowell Family would personally co or send gifts and regards.

Seeing that Quinn Lockwood seed surprised by their current direction, Caron Grant felt slightly odd, thinking perhaps she had left sothing at ho or had unfinished tasks.

"Oh, it’s nothing. I just rembered the route wrong." Quinn recalled that Caron had ntioned maintaining the usual arrangent for dinner during the call last night, realizing that ’usual’ ant dining at the Grand Imperial Hotel.

Dammit, Savannah Lowell’s mories were getting fuzzier in her mind. Many things she couldn’t quite rember.

Lowering her gaze to hide the unusual expression in her eyes, Quinn Lockwood stole a glance at Caron Grant, relieved that he didn’t suspect anything.

However, upon entering the private room and seeing a familiar figure, Quinn Lockwood froze on the spot, her heart pounding.

"Savannah? Why are you here so early today? Is work all done?" Mrs. Lowell was genuinely surprised to see Quinn Lockwood, given that in recent years Savannah Lowell’s focus was solely on Elias Sinclair and the entertainnt industry, often forgetting her mother’s birthday.

Usually, she only attended the birthday party because of Mr. Lowell’s call.

Reflecting on this, Quinn Lockwood also thought Savannah Lowell was incredibly immature.

Calling her immature would be polite; according to Quinn’s true thoughts, Savannah Lowell was a complete ingrate!

"Mom, happy birthday. Here’s your gift; please don’t mind it." Quinn Lockwood tried her best not to glance at Elias Sinclair, turning slightly sideways and walking to Mrs. Lowell, unconsciously adopting an odd posture.

Mrs. Lowell opened the box with a smile, and upon seeing the white limited edition Hers bag inside, her expression initially froze, then she smiled contentedly, patting Quinn Lockwood’s hand and saying: "How could I mind? Savannah has truly put thought into it."