Rebirth of the Movie Queen: Mrs. Sinclair, Please Hug Me! Chapter 462: Tit for Tat

"No, I’m waiting for you." Elias Sinclair turned his head, and the mont he saw Quinn Lockwood, his gentle peach-blossom eyes were filled with an uncontainable tenderness.

"Waiting for ?" Quinn Lockwood walked downstairs, blinking her eyes in confusion.

Why was her brother not off to work at this ti, and instead waiting at ho for her?

Caron Grant put down his laptop, got up to greet Quinn at the stairs, gently raising his arm as she stepped down the last few steps.

"Dad and Mom aren’t here, I’m worried you might just eat sothing random for breakfast, or not eat at all." As Quinn stepped off the last stair, Caron grabbed her hand and led her to the dining table.

"Today is Italian pizza, paired with Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee. See if it suits your taste." Caron pulled the chair for Quinn, gesturing for her to sit, then thoughtfully laid the napkin on her lap.

As his gentle voice fell, the servants brought out the prepared breakfast, a total of two servings.

"Uh... you haven’t eaten yet?" Quinn tilted her head in confusion, seeing Caron sitting next to her with identical food in front of him.

Her brother’s schedule and al tis have always been regular.

It’s almost ten o’clock now, and has he still not had breakfast?

"Yes, waiting for you." Caron nodded, his already smiling peach-blossom eyes curving even more, filled with such tenderness that it seed ready to overflow.

Though the pizza was indeed nice, Quinn felt the atmosphere was a bit odd throughout the al.

Her brother has always been gentle and considerate, treating her exceptionally well.

But today... it seed excessively good, making Quinn feel like she was... being pampered like a girlfriend or wife.

Had she not kept explaining Caron’s unusual behavior as due to seeing her drink too much and cry excessively last night, fearing she remained upset, she would probably have been scared away.

Awkward, truly awkward!

"Going to the film set?" Caron asked softly, noticing Quinn glancing now and then towards the clock.

"Yes, but I’m not in a hurry anymore..."

"Anyway, I’m already late..." Watching the hour hand’s position, Quinn sighed slightly. It seed she would need to trouble Sharon Shaw to apologize to the filming crew on her behalf and explain she’s really not acting like a diva.

"It’s okay, I’ll explain to the director later." Caron reassured her.

"Yeah... just say it’s due to Cloudfall Group’s crisis, and Savannah has been working overnight to fix it." Caron couldn’t help but laugh softly, covering his mouth, seeing Quinn’s defeated look.

Since confirming her identity, Caron had been observing Quinn.

He noticed that every little expression and gesture of hers compared to before had a kind of indescribable cuteness and playfulness, making one want to pull her close and affectionately ruffle her hair.

Hmm... no wonder I always like to ruffle her hair later on.

Looking at Quinn, Caron’s eyes were filled with an uncontainable tenderness and affection, his bright eyes imrsed in intoxicating gentleness.

"Brother, you’re too kind!" Quinn said, resembling a cry, nodding hard at Caron with a grateful expression.

Although the Group’s system loophole happened a few days ago, it’s not exactly a lie, just a bit after the tiline...

After grabbing her phone and bag from upstairs, Quinn intended to head to the film set, but as soon as she stepped out of the Lowell Family’s door, she saw Elias Sinclair’s car parked outside.

Quinn froze in the middle of opening Caron’s car door, and Elias walked over with a stern expression.

His gaze lightly swept over Caron, then fell with so anger on Quinn.

"Why is your phone off?" Elias’s handso face was dark, cold as if it could drop ice shards.

Feeling the temperature drop near Elias, Quinn stepped unconsciously back towards Caron, her face already stern.

"Forgot to charge it last night."

Not seeing Elias was better; at the sight of him, Quinn recalled Mrs. Sinclair’s urge for him and lody Shepherd to reconcile, and this matter’s lead actor seed to acquiesce, stabbing aches like needles into her heart.

"Brother, let’s go, Sharon is probably anxiously waiting at the set." Quinn turned away from Elias, gently tugging Caron’s arm.

The gentle-toned man nodded, shielding Quinn behind, and opened the passenger door.

"No need."

Before Caron could protect Quinn in the car, Elias’s deep, chilling voice rang, colder than zero degrees.

Then Quinn heard the slam of a car door, unable to see what happened, pulled over by strong hands.

Her head bumped into a firm chest, a woodsy scent piercing her nostrils.

"Cloudfall Group’s high-level eting started at ten." Elias’s sharp gaze fell on Caron.

One arm encircled Quinn, the other shut Caron’s opened car door forcefully.

The two handso, god-like n stood facing each other, unlike their previous ease, a smoky tension spread around them.

She even saw an explosive rage brewing beneath her usually gentle brother’s eyes.

As Quinn felt a world-class clash was about to erupt, the grip on her shoulder intensified, Elias had already taken her to his car.

"Get in." He opened the door, his face still chilling, a hand thoughtfully shielding the top of the car door.

Maybe due to the suffocating seriousness earlier, Quinn didn’t refuse Elias’s demand and obediently got into the car.

"To the film set?" Elias took the driver’s seat, his moves fluidly starting the car, turning, and setting off.

"Just drop off at the corner ahead, I’ll take a taxi myself."

"You better go accompany Miss Shepherd, at this ti she’s likely waiting at the company." Quinn frowned slightly, looking toward the distant corner ahead.

Deep down, she desperately wanted to flee places with Elias, for seeing him always recalled those dull, tornting scenes.