Rebirth of the Movie Queen: Mrs. Sinclair, Please Hug Me! Chapter 345: The Misunderstood Couple

The two entered the store, and Caron Grant sincerely asked the staff to take down the cheongsam and hand it to Quinn Lockwood.

"I think it suits you very well, why not give it a try?" Caron Grant looked at Quinn Lockwood, gently asking, his gaze as tender as water.

Quinn Lockwood was a bit caught off guard. So her brother was choosing clothes for her; she thought it was for soone else.

"I’ll give it a try." Quinn Lockwood looked at the cheongsam in the staff’s hands.

The pure white fabric was adorned with delicate embroidered patterns, outlined with silver threads, enhancing its noble elegance. With a side slit and diagonal collar design, it carried an innocent purity mixed with a subtle allure.

Quinn Lockwood wearing this cheongsam looked like an aristocratic lady transported from the Republic of China era, noble, graceful, composed, and elegant.

"Your boyfriend has a great eye; this cheongsam looks like it was custom-made for you."

"He even knows the size so accurately. He’s a very considerate and attentive boyfriend." The staff served beside Quinn Lockwood, looking at her with envy, while also secretly glancing at Caron Grant.

Alas, such a handso, gentle, and wealthy man is already taken.

"Um, thank you, but we aren’t..." Quinn Lockwood felt a little awkward being misunderstood by the staff about her relationship with Caron Grant, hurriedly waving her hand in explanation.

"Let’s go pay." Caron Grant interrupted Quinn Lockwood, handing his card to the staff.

"Sir, that will be 1.8 million." The staff nodded respectfully, accepting the bank card with both hands.

"Alright," Caron Grant nodded, signaling the staff to proceed with the transaction.

He didn’t want to hear Quinn Lockwood categorically deny their relationship.

Even if it was a misunderstanding of a fake couple relationship, he was willing to maintain it a little longer, even if only for a few seconds.

"No need, charge it to my card." Quinn Lockwood hurried forward, wanting to stop the staff, but was held back by Caron Grant.

"Give so face, please." Caron Grant leaned down and gently whispered into Quinn Lockwood’s ear.

The staff turned their heads, looked at the two, and gave an auntie-like grin.

Quinn Lockwood, holding the clothing package from the staff, walked out with Caron Grant, pouting.

"Bro, I earn a lot of money. I can buy it myself."

Caron Grant smiled gently, turned, and ruffled Quinn Lockwood’s hair, softly tapping her nose.

"Silly girl, how could I let you pay? You’re my most beloved girl."

Quinn Lockwood touched her nose, playfully teased by Caron Grant, smiled silly, and jokingly said, "I know my brother is the best in the world."

"But the best brother’s money should be saved for a sister-in-law. I don’t want to spend my future sister-in-law’s money."

Hearing this, Caron Grant retracted his hand halfway, paused slightly, his peach blossom eyes slightly cool.

"Do you like eating at Haidilao?" Caron Grant paused for a mont and suddenly changed the topic.

"I do! I haven’t eaten there for such a long ti!" Quinn Lockwood didn’t mind the sudden topic change by Caron Grant. Hearing about good food, her eyes sparkled, blinking at her brother.

"Let’s go, I’ll take you. There’s one nearby," Caron Grant said with a warm voice full of gentle laughter in his eyes.

Caron Grant raised his fair, slender hand and gently reached out to the adorable person in front of him.

"Okay!" Quinn Lockwood nodded vigorously, stretching out her little hand.

As she raised her hand, it was tightly held by Caron Grant.

His hand was cool, gentle, and clean.

Quinn Lockwood flinched slightly when Caron Grant held her hand, then slowly returned to normal.

The two arrived at a tastefully decorated and spacious Haidilao restaurant.

Shortly after ordering their als, Quinn Lockwood saw Joyce Krar and Connor Shaw.

"They’re actually together," Quinn Lockwood was a bit surprised, seeing the deep affection in Connor Shaw’s gaze toward Joyce Krar.

Quinn Lockwood tried hard to recall Connor Shaw from their school days, having heard he liked a beauty from the economics departnt of another school.

Oh damn, could it be Joyce Krar!

Quinn Lockwood swallowed, marveling at the wonders of fate.

"What’s the matter, Savannah?" Caron Grant sensed sothing odd about Quinn Lockwood, followed her gaze, and saw a man and a woman approaching.

Joyce Krar raised her head, chatting with Connor Shaw while her gaze occasionally glanced toward Quinn Lockwood.

"Let’s sit over there; we have old acquaintances," Joyce Krar gave a polite and warm smile, looking over at Quinn Lockwood’s side.

"Miss Lowell, Mr. Grant, what a coincidence."

"Yes, quite a coincidence." Quinn Lockwood pursed her lips, not inclined to engage much with Joyce Krar.

Since she already knew Joyce was an enemy from the shadows, there was no reason to maintain respect or harmony.

Who knows when she might catch you off guard and deliver a fatal strike?

"Mrs. Sinclair, Mr. Grant, hello." Connor Shaw was very polite to both, showing genuine respect and courtesy.

Caron Grant had worked with Connor Shaw before, and having similar personalities, they had a cordial exchange.

After the four sat, Quinn Lockwood remained silent.

With Joyce Krar around, she dared not chat casually with her brother, fearing she might record or misinterpret sothing, resulting in trouble not only for herself.

"Why do so people, despite being married, still mingle with various n?"

"And what’s even more ridiculous is that such won are still liked by many people."

"Connor, do you think there really are mystical creatures in this world? Like those enchanting fox spirits?"

Joyce Krar sat behind Quinn Lockwood, back turned, resting her chin on her hand, pouting and complaining to Connor Shaw.

Connor Shaw was sowhat at a loss for Joyce Krar’s words.

He couldn’t quite believe such words were coming from her mouth.

"I personally don’t believe such things exist, Joyce, what happened?" Connor Shaw looked dejected, thinking Joyce Krar must have been hurt, like her man being taken by soone else.

"Nothing much, just recently seen lots of such news and hot searches, felt a bit emotional."

"Especially in the entertainnt industry, there’s too much intrigue, cheating, or being a third wheel. I think no woman in the entertainnt circle is clean!" Joyce Krar smacked her lips, getting more passionate as she spoke, eventually sitting up straight.

Quinn Lockwood slamd the cup down with a snap, abruptly standing up.

Did Joyce Krar really think she couldn’t hear the aning behind her words?