Rebirth of the Movie Queen: Mrs. Sinclair, Please Hug Me! Chapter 442: Foolishly Sentimental

But her smile froze the mont she turned around, because she suddenly thought of Elias Sinclair.

At this ti, he should have already gone ho... or perhaps he went to accompany lody Shepherd again.

Quinn Lockwood didn’t know.

She only felt her steps grow heavier and slower, and Caron Grant followed her, matching her pace.

By the ti Quinn Lockwood got ho, it was nearly midnight.

She had just stepped inside and walked a few steps when she saw soone lying on the sofa.

Quinn Lockwood’s heart skipped a beat.

It was Elias Sinclair.

Why was he sleeping on the sofa? Was he waiting for her to co back?

Her rosy lips were tightly pursed, her hands awkwardly folded together, and her steps were light. As if possessed, she walked over to the sofa.

The man was half-reclined on the sofa, and a few wrinkles on his neatly ironed suit jacket stood out against the smooth fabric.

Quinn Lockwood looked at this man she had been with for over a year and suddenly felt he seed very unfamiliar, growing more distant from her.

Her heart started to ache again; this dull, sour feeling was truly unbearable.

Quinn Lockwood tightened her fist, wanting to turn upstairs and ignore this man who didn’t truly have her in his heart, but she couldn’t move her feet.

Forget it, she’ll just care for him this last ti.

Quinn Lockwood turned towards Elias Sinclair, stepped closer, and raised her hand intending to gently awaken him to go upstairs and rest.

But as she leaned down, she saw the man’s reddened eyes.

Then he suddenly pulled her in, and she was drawn into a broad, warm chest.

The sll of alcohol.

Quinn Lockwood’s entire face was pressed against the man’s chest, and her body was pressed down onto his.

She was startled by the man’s sudden pull; as she was about to push herself up, the alcohol scent at her nose forced Quinn Lockwood to pause her actions.

Elias Sinclair drank?

Quinn Lockwood’s heart suddenly skipped, and she quickly looked up at the man’s face, seeing a side of Elias Sinclair she had never seen before.

The man’s long eyelashes fluttered slightly, a bit weary as they opened and closed. Apparently, he was forcing himself to stay awake, and when his gaze fell on Quinn’s face in his arms, a fleeting light flashed through them, then slowly dimd.

"Hey, since you’re awake, let go. I want to go up and sleep." Quinn Lockwood felt uncomfortable being held by Elias Sinclair, with her entire body pressed against his. The cold silk fabric touching her skin made her feel like her body temperature dropped several degrees.

"Savannah Lowell, why are you avoiding ?"

"What have you been doing these days? Do you really not want to see ?" The man opened his eyes again, his deep pupils slowly contracting as his gaze finally focused back on Quinn Lockwood’s face.

Elias Sinclair seed to have drunk a lot; although Quinn Lockwood couldn’t sll the strong, pungent alcohol on him, she could tell from the redness and bloodshot state of his eyes.

He always had self-control; no one had ever seen him drunk like this.

So today, what made this man, usually so composed and indifferent in hiding his emotions, drink so much? Was it because of her?

This thought lingered in Quinn Lockwood’s mind for only a second.

She didn’t dare to think so; the greater the hope, the greater the disappointnt.

But looking into Elias Sinclair’s usually cold and distant eyes now showing a hint of warmth, and feeling his gentle touch on her hair, Quinn Lockwood found herself reluctant to push him away.

She hesitated, wanting to say sothing, but her attention was drawn by the sound of a woman’s high heels coming from upstairs.

"Look at ." The man seed displeased that Quinn Lockwood’s gaze shifted away from him. He removed a hand from the woman’s waist and gently pinched her chin, turning her face towards him.

"Miss Lowell, you’re finally back." The woman coming down the stairs wore a warm, happy smile and held a bottle of hangover dicine and a packet of honey.

"lody Shepherd?" Quinn Lockwood broke free from Elias Sinclair’s grip on her chin, her eyebrows instantly knitting together, and her heart felt like it was suddenly stabbed, a tightening and oppressive feeling spreading rapidly.

Then Quinn Lockwood’s body sank, her face again pressed against the man’s chest, and along with the sound of a strong heartbeat ca the warmth of body heat.

lody Shepherd was currently halfway down the stairs, able to see most of the living room from this height.

She saw Elias Sinclair tightly holding Quinn Lockwood, unwilling to let go, her hand gripping the dicine bottle, and the elegant and gentle smile on her face couldn’t be maintained.

The fla of jealousy burst forth as if doused with scorching hot oil, burying her in an unavoidable blaze.

"Elias got drunk. I just didn’t visit him at the office these few days, and he kept hugging asking why I didn’t co back, leaving quite bewildered." lody Shepherd hastened her steps downstairs, her beautiful face showing slight concern as she helplessly glanced at Quinn Lockwood.

"Good thing you ca back; otherwise, Elias might have done sothing unthinkable."

"In the dead of night with just the two of us in the house, if this was rumored, who knows what the reporters would make of it."

lody Shepherd picked up Elias Sinclair’s personal cup, her slender fingertips delicately tore open the honey packet and poured a glass of appropriately warm water to mix.

She seed to understand Elias Sinclair’s habits better than she did, very familiar with the Sinclair Family’s arrangents and the locations of objects, making Quinn Lockwood feel like lody Shepherd was the real mistress of the house.

Quinn Lockwood looked at lody Shepherd, her mouth curved with elegant ease, her expression light and joyful, completely opposite to her own calm and cold deanor.

It turned out Elias Sinclair wasn’t talking to her, but mistaking her for Miss Shepherd who had gone upstairs to get dicine.

Quinn Lockwood felt a chill, a self-mocking twitch pulling at her mouth, and her face uncontrollably darkened.

This ti, she really was... overly self-indulgent.

She straightened, broke free from Elias Sinclair’s grasp, quickly smiled at lody Shepherd, and then turned, headed upstairs without looking back.

"Please do as you wish, Miss Shepherd. I have work tomorrow, so I’ll go up and rest now," Quinn Lockwood said coldly as she swiftly ascended the stairs.

"Miss Shepherd, please go ahead..."

Quinn Lockwood’s voice echoed in the living room like flakes of white snow falling onto a cold lake, rging with drifting ice.

"Savannah..."