CHAPTER 53: CHAPTER 53: HUMBLY LEARNING

Just a moment ago, he thought she was really going to kiss him, but it turned out she was just acting.

That damn woman!

Elias Sinclair paused, his gaze growing even deeper, and as he turned his head back, he saw Quinn Lockwood already lying on the ground with a bed made, her little head buried under the covers as if deliberately avoiding looking at him.

Elias pursed his lips, finally reaching out to turn off the light, and then lay down himself.

At some point, an exhausted Quinn gradually slipped into a dream.

Accompanied by the sound of steady breathing, Elias slowly opened his eyes, his clear gaze showing no hint of sleepiness.

Silently, he sat up, furrowing his brows as he glanced at the inky night, his deep gaze gradually falling on the woman sleeping on the floor.

Exquisite features, porcelain-like skin, and a shapely figure. One has to admit, Savannah Lowell’s exterior is quite pleasing to the eye.

However, as Elias’ gaze followed down, his cold lips couldn’t help but twitch. Savannah’s sleeping posture was really nothing to compliment; although lying on her side, her limbs were fully stretched out, she was really unconstrained.

Quinn was sleeping soundly, completely unaware that a pair of eyes were watching her.

Not knowing what she was dreaming about, Quinn suddenly let out a low chuckle, sounding a bit eerie in the quiet night.

"Hehe, that drumstick... it’s mine..." That’s right, because of Elias’s arrival, Quinn didn’t get to eat her fill! So she was dreaming about food!

Her soft voice sounded both coquettish and like a cat’s purr, quite endearing.

Endearing?

Elias frowned at the thought; he must be crazy to find this woman adorable...

This woman seems not to be all that annoying after all.

The next morning, Quinn woke up in shock to find herself somehow on the bed, with no sign of Elias nearby; he must have left already.

What happened?

Did she sleepwalk?

In any case, it’s absolutely impossible that Elias carried her to the bed!

"Ah! Gonna be late!"

Quinn, still groggy, glanced at the clock and didn’t think much of it, hurriedly getting up to brush her teeth and wash her face.

The little incident from last night didn’t seem to affect Quinn’s mood; she continued to work hard at learning when she arrived on the set.

A few days ago, Wendy Sherman told her that to improve her acting skills, apart from talent, you have to rely on hard work.

And this effort isn’t just about memorizing lines and practicing movements, but about learning from the various characters played by others, engaging sincerely, so that when you play similar roles, you have some experience and won’t back down.

Quinn thought these words made a lot of sense, so during breaks, she took a little notebook and began discussing with other actors in the cast.

"Hello, may I ask what role you play in the drama, and could you tell me your thoughts on this role and your tips on how to play it well?"

Quinn approached an unfamiliar actor with humility, seeking advice.

"Are you sure you want to ask me? I only play a minor character with just five lines."

The young actor was surprised, even a little doubtful.

"It doesn’t matter, let’s just have a casual exchange."

With sincere attitude, Quinn didn’t mind at all even if they played a minor role in the drama.

Seeing this, the young actor gradually opened up, and the two began to talk.

Her actions once again sparked a buzz among those around.

"Wow, what is she doing, is she still acting, she seems to be still caught up in the drama."

"She doesn’t seem like she’s faking it; if she was, with her temperament, she wouldn’t pretend for so many days. She’s the most impatient."

"I think she’s really changed this time."

...

The rising voices of discussion spread, some still thought Quinn was acting, while others changed their previous impressions of her.

Dylan Quinn listened quietly to these comments, watching Quinn’s earnest manner in seeking advice, feeling a strange sensation himself.

After a round of conversations, Quinn sat alone on a bench, digesting the notes she had taken, slowly reflecting.

Soon, a shadow loomed over her, and when Quinn looked up, Dylan was already sitting beside her.

"How’s the learning going?"

Dylan’s gaze was fixed on the little notebook in her hand, a little surprised to see it filled with notes, indicating she was not pretending.

"Not bad, at least they’re willing to talk to me, so there’s quite a bit of gain."

Quinn proudly pointed to her notebook.

Dylan smiled without a word.

At this, Quinn suddenly realized she hadn’t asked Dylan for advice yet, so she began inquiring, "By the way, I haven’t asked you yet; as the male lead, your character relationships are more complex. How do you view your role and mine? Can you give me some advice?"

"Of course."

Dylan paused, then nodded.

Apparently, she’s genuinely invested. Initially, when she asked him to study the script with her, he thought it was just a whim, so he gave her a few pointers. He didn’t expect her to stick with it.

Upon hearing this, Quinn gazed at Dylan with eyes eager for knowledge, prompting Dylan to lower his guard and enthusiastically share his understanding.

Quinn could never have imagined that a paparazzi captured her scene of seeking advice from Dylan again, spreading it online and dragging her back into another verbal war among Dylan’s fans.

This time, the fans were even more frenzied than before. Last time it was just a suspicion, so many fans held a wait-and-see attitude, thinking it was just a coincidence.

But the company forbids them from making any statements or responding, and with this second exposure, the fans couldn’t contain themselves, believing it was confirmed.

The fans found it unacceptable, and the insults towards Quinn intensified, with many thinking Quinn was a woman who trifled with affections, entirely unworthy of Dylan, who smiled like sunshine, and they began to rally to bring her down.

Some fans, even out of control, threatened to expose Quinn’s family, saying very unpleasant things.

Quinn paid no mind to this. She believed her conduct was upright and proper; the issue arose from nowhere, and further explanations would only make it more chaotic.

If she wanted to convince others, she could only lead by example, making herself more excellent to silence the gossip.

However, in Dylan’s mind, he didn’t think the same way. He felt very guilty for bringing trouble to Quinn’s life, so he arranged to meet with her again.

"Are you alright?"

The moment they met, Dylan asked with concern.

"Very well."

Quinn looked at him puzzled, not quite understanding what he meant by his words.