Rebirth of the Movie Queen: Mrs. Sinclair, Please Hug Me! Chapter 330: Pink Roses

"Thank you, then I won’t be polite. I’ll treat you tomorrow." Quinn Lockwood closed the food delivery app on her phone and gratefully accepted the breakfast, winking at Mikael.

"Why wait until tomorrow morning? How about Miss Angel treats to dinner after work tonight?"

"A new French restaurant has opened in Westgate District, and I’ve been wanting soone to go enjoy the delicious food with ." Mikael rested his chin on one hand, looking at Quinn Lockwood with captivating eyes full of deep affection.

However, Quinn’s attention was entirely focused on the quiche at the mont, missing the expression on Mikael’s face.

"Trading a breakfast for a dinner, Mikael, you’re quite calculative." Quinn muttered, mouth full of quiche.

"But after filming today, I still have many comrcials to shoot, so dinner might have to..."

Quinn hesitated slightly, based on her current schedule, she wouldn’t finish work until around nine or ten at night.

"That’s okay, I’ll be waiting anyti, it’s settled then. I’ll be waiting downstairs at your company for you to finish work." Mikael blinked, taking out a delicately wrapped chocolate from his pocket and placing it on the table.

"Enjoy!" Mikael’s eyes and eyebrows were full of smiles, sunlight shining on his golden hair, creating a charming luster.

Indeed, when Quinn finished work, it was already past nine, and as soon as she walked out of the company building, she saw Mikael standing outside the car.

"Good evening, charming and enchanting Miss Angel, please get in the car." Mikael perford a gentlemanly move, opening the car door for Quinn, carefully protecting her head, like a knight protectively escorting a princess in dieval tis.

The two arrived at a newly opened French restaurant in Westgate District, sitting by the window.

A waiter stood beside them, and after ordering so dishes Quinn liked, Mikael gave the waiter a aningful nod.

After the waiter left, the restaurant’s lighting softened, and beautiful violin music started playing.

A bouquet of ninety-nine pink roses, interspersed with light blue baby’s breath, was brought over by the waiter and handed to Mikael.

"What’s this?" Quinn was very confused; Mikael’s setup didn’t feel like a dinner but more like... a confession?

"Pink roses represent fond mory and gratitude. Being able to et you while filming this movie dostically, I’m truly touched."

"And I hope Miss Angel will rember , and not forget once I return ho." Mikael offered the roses to Quinn, his eyes full of anticipation.

Actually, half of what Mikael was saying was nonsense.

Fond mory and gratitude were just two anings of pink roses; they were more about first love, adoration, and declarations of love.

Mikael knew that if he directly expressed his true feelings to Quinn, she would definitely not accept and might even avoid him.

He genuinely liked Quinn Lockwood.

He was captivated from the first mont he saw her, and over ti, he was completely enchanted by her kindness, charm, and authenticity.

Afraid of scaring away this gentle and delicate girl, Mikael decided to use patience and tenderness to gradually convey his feelings to Quinn.

"Don’t worry; I won’t forget you. My mory isn’t that bad." Quinn originally didn’t want to accept the flowers, but seeing Mikael’s focused and expectant expression, she was afraid of hurting his feelings.

Besides, it was just a bunch of flowers, expressing a friendship’s mutual cherishing, not a confession.

Quinn looked down at the bouquet in her hands. Each pink rose was vibrant and paired with stars of baby’s breath, looking beautiful.

But in the depths of her heart, Quinn still felt sothing unusual.

She distinctly rembered the aning of pink roses wasn’t as Mikael described!

Maybe she was mistaken about their aning, and it wasn’t anything significant.

If Mikael created such a scene in a restaurant, it was impossible not to be noticed.

Although this restaurant was newly opened, it was of a high-class noble standard.

Outside the restaurant, several reporters had long been waiting to capture so stories about rich businessn or celebrities.

They had raised their caras the mont Quinn and Mikael entered the restaurant.

By the ti they finished eating and talking, it was already close to midnight at eleven. Standing at her doorstep, Quinn couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous.

Scanning around, Quinn found nowhere suitable to hide such a large bouquet.

Even if she hid it, the servants would find it during their cleaning in the morning.

Wait a minute!

Why should I hide it? This is a gift from a friend, fair and square!

Quinn pouted slightly, walking in resolutely with a righteous deanor.

The living room was in complete darkness.

Although Quinn had a clear conscience, sohow, she still felt inexplicably guilty.

Glancing at the wall clock, Quinn breathed a sigh of relief.

It’s so late; Elias Sinclair and Nina Sinclair must be asleep.

Quinn tiptoed back to her room, relaxing only when she closed the door.

Phew, that was tense!

Setting the pink roses on the sofa, Quinn hurried to the bathroom to wash up.

She needed to rest quickly as tomorrow would be another very busy day.

anwhile, in the room next to Quinn.

Elias Sinclair sat at his computer desk with a gloomy expression.

The screen rely showed the desktop, with nothing being operated.

The man’s eyes were as dark as ink, his handso face so severe it seed ink could drip from it.

The next day, Quinn encountered a significant bottleneck while filming on the set.

The character she played, Mia Jacobs, and the character Asher Monroe played, experienced a life-and-death romance together.

Although they got along well over ti, Quinn’s portrayal of Mia’s love for Asher didn’t seem genuine enough.

"Savannah, Mia Jacobs was saved by Asher Monroe multiple tis. In her life, Asher is the only light." Director Quentin Woods was a bit stern; Quinn hadn’t imrsed herself in the role.

He didn’t want Quinn to act out love for Mikael but to genuinely express an appreciation and love for the light of life.

Quinn felt a bit down, nearly spending the entire day pondering how to convey such feelings to Mikael.

"Don’t worry, Savannah, we can shoot other scenes first, and the emotional aspect can be cultivated slowly." Mikael lightly patted Quinn’s shoulder, his gentle eyes expressing a comforting ’it’s okay, I’ll wait for you’ vibe.