CHAPTER 437: CHAPTER 437: SOMETHING THAT WILL NEVER HAPPEN

She pounded hard on the man’s shoulder, trying to make him let go of her, but he seemed impervious to pain, allowing Quinn Lockwood to strike him.

The man’s hot and fierce breath scattered over Quinn Lockwood’s face, his tongue tyrannically sweeping over every corner between her teeth, like a king standing at the pinnacle of his subjects, declaring ownership of his domain.

Perhaps because Quinn Lockwood’s restless hands disturbed Elias Sinclair, he grabbed her hands with both of his, pinning them above her head, rendering her immobile.

The kiss was long and passionate, infused with the intensity of anger, making Quinn Lockwood feel as if she were drowning. Her hands were tightly restrained, her shoulder pressed against the tree trunk by the man, completely losing her ability to move, left helpless as he sought her lips with madness.

"Savannah Lowell, even if you divorce me, I will never let him touch a single finger of yours."

"Besides, once you enter The Sinclair Family’s gates, you belong to The Sinclair Family, don’t even think about leaving me."

"I will never agree to a divorce." The man left Quinn Lockwood’s lips, leaning down to whisper softly in her ear.

The man’s voice was deep and magnetic, his hot breath on her ear was ambiguous, making her blush and her heart race, appearing to outsiders as if it were sweet nothings between lovers.

But to Quinn Lockwood, such intimate whispers were like a hunter toying with his captured prey, sugar-coated or explosive, entirely at the whim of the hunter.

This was the kind of relationship she had with Elias Sinclair.

Now, even though he had Melody Shepherd, he still wanted to keep her confined. Why? Was it to continue tormenting her, fulfilling his tyrannical possessiveness as a superior ruler?

Quinn Lockwood recalled that when she had just been reborn, even though Elias Sinclair loathed her, he would still throw fits because she was closer to Dylan Quinn.

At that moment, her heart suddenly turned cold.

Quinn Lockwood felt as if she were standing on a snowy field in the depth of winter, the piercing cold wind cutting her like a knife, making her want to escape. But no matter how she ran, all she could see was an endless expanse of white, bringing her to the brink of despair.

The stubborn girl still refused to admit defeat, staring at the man in front of her with eyes like deep, dry wells; a desolate layer outside, with an extinct light but a few stubborn sparks, refusing to be fully extinguished.

Suddenly, a tear silently slid down the corner of Quinn Lockwood’s eye, followed by a second, a third...

Why? She didn’t feel particularly sad, yet the tears kept falling uncontrollably.

No, these weren’t her tears. It had to be Savannah Lowell. This suffocating, unbearable feeling of near-collapse could not be hers.

Quinn Lockwood’s lips tightened, still in self-denial about her feelings.

"Let’s head home first." Elias Sinclair raised his hand, gently wiping away the tears from Quinn Lockwood’s face. His brows, furrowed with anger, gradually softened.

Perhaps he had been too hasty.

Looking at Quinn Lockwood’s stubborn gaze, Elias Sinclair found her rather adorable.

He raised his hand, indulgently ruffling her hair, feeling that the most tender, untouchable part of his heart had been fully opened by her.

He let out a light sigh from his heart.

He really didn’t know what to do with this woman.

"Alright, don’t just stand here foolishly, it’s cold outside." Elias Sinclair’s voice lowered, as if coaxing a willful child.

He wrapped Quinn Lockwood’s small hand entirely in his own, steady and firm.

Quinn Lockwood didn’t move, coldly watching Elias Sinclair as he held her hand, her deep gaze revealing nothing of her thoughts.

The man paused at being pulled, then wrapped her hand tighter, leading her towards the car.

As usual, Elias Sinclair opened the car door for Quinn Lockwood, buckling her seatbelt for her, as if he were already accustomed to this set of actions.

The man shut the car door on Quinn Lockwood’s side, turned, and sat in the driver’s seat. He glanced sideways at the silent woman beside him, momentarily lost in thought.

To think that he would personally open a car door and fasten a seatbelt for someone, it was truly... truly surprising.

"Savannah Lowell." The man paused for a few seconds, then his thin lips parted gently, his voice soft as he called Quinn Lockwood’s name.

"I don’t know what you’re thinking, but whatever you want, I will agree to it."

"Except for the divorce." The man’s voice, cold yet laced with tender affection, with its commanding power and touch of softness, stirred the heart.

Quinn Lockwood lowered her gaze slightly, her thick and long lashes like small wings casting a faint shadow on her eyelids. Even with a steady face and simmering anger, she looked like a beautiful porcelain doll sitting there.

She didn’t respond to Elias Sinclair but turned her eyes to the window.

Quinn Lockwood didn’t want anything or lack anything; she just wanted to feel at ease.

Her gaze passed through the glass window towards the distant, refreshing, bright scene.

The two of them exchanged no further words on the way. Upon returning to The Sinclair Residence, Quinn Lockwood simply got out of the car and locked herself in her room.

She locked the door and drew the curtains, plunging the room into a completely enclosed space, much like her current mood.

It was utterly exhausting.

Quinn Lockwood sat on the carpet by the sofa, a laptop, still off, on the coffee table, and a water cup untouched.

She didn’t know how long she had been sitting there blankly, only that the maids had knocked twice, inviting her downstairs for a meal.

This couldn’t continue...

Quinn Lockwood, that afternoon, pondered many things, reviewing the various experiences of her past and present life in her mind.

The complex, tangled matters and people squeezed into her brain, almost splitting it apart.

Ariana Lynch, Jonah Hansen.

She must quickly address these two murderers with whom she had a deep feud.

If she remained passive, who knew what Ariana Lynch might do?

Quinn Lockwood recalled Ariana Lynch’s plan to seize control of The Lockwood Group during Mr. Lockwood’s illness, and her heart tightened sharply.

Ariana Lynch was someone who would use any means necessary to achieve her goals.