CHAPTER 462: CHAPTER 462: TIT FOR TAT

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

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

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

Cameron 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 something random for breakfast, or not eat at all." As Quinn stepped off the last stair, Cameron 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." Cameron 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 Cameron sitting next to her with identical food in front of him.

Her brother’s schedule and meal times have always been regular.

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

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

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

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

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

Had she not kept explaining Cameron’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?" Cameron 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 seemed 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." Cameron reassured her.

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

Since confirming her identity, Cameron 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, Cameron’s eyes were filled with an uncontainable tenderness and affection, his bright eyes immersed in intoxicating gentleness.

"Brother, you’re too kind!" Quinn said, resembling a cry, nodding hard at Cameron 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 timeline...

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 Cameron’s car door, and Elias walked over with a stern expression.

His gaze lightly swept over Cameron, then fell with some anger on Quinn.

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

Feeling the temperature drop near Elias, Quinn stepped unconsciously back towards Cameron, 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 Melody Shepherd to reconcile, and this matter’s lead actor seemed 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 Cameron’s arm.

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

"No need."

Before Cameron 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 meeting started at ten." Elias’s sharp gaze fell on Cameron.

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

The two handsome, god-like men 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 me off at the corner ahead, I’ll take a taxi myself."

"You better go accompany Miss Shepherd, at this time 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, tormenting scenes.