CHAPTER 128: CHAPTER 128: I’M JEALOUS—COMFORT ME

Holly stared intently at the flashing white microphone icon at the top of her phone, her mind blank.

Meanwhile, the audience in the livestream room went wild, the comments scroll fast:

[Ahhhh, is this what couples are like in private?]

[So President Sinclair is actually jealous, definitely jealous! Have they not realized the stream is still on?]

[Oh my, is this the same gentle and gentlemanly prodigy of The Sinclair Family? This dark, possessive side... so unexpected!]

[I’m dying of curiosity! Where did Holly mention it’s red? Why is it red? When did Blake Sinclair leave it? Please, I’m dying of curiosity here.]

[Why’s there no sound? Keep going! Keep playing music and dancing!]

[Did they find out? Oh no! I haven’t heard enough!]

As she watched the comments float across the screen.

Holly felt like every word turned into a needle, making her eardrums buzz.

So everything she said to Blake Sinclair just now was completely recorded?

Unprecedented shame and panic struck her like a heavy blow, leaving her in a daze, frozen on the spot.

From behind, Blake Sinclair sensed something was wrong with the person in his embrace. His chin nuzzled affectionately into her neck, his voice low, "Holly..."

Holly snapped back to reality, wanting to cry but had no tears, feeling completely embarrassed.

She turned to look at him, her voice trembling, "What do we do, Blake Sinclair? It seems the stream wasn’t off, the microphone... the microphone is still on."

Blake Sinclair didn’t immediately grasp her meaning, but seeing her face gradually lose color, he understood the seriousness of the situation.

He took the phone from her hand, glanced at the floating comments and his expression turned serious.

Without hesitation, he clicked the upper left corner to exit and close the live stream, then checked multiple times to ensure it was completely shut down.

The screen returned to the main interface, with messages from Celia Stiles popping up at the top:

[Senior! Your livestream is still on! The microphone is still on!]

[Please answer the phone! I’m worried sick!]

The next second, Celia’s call came in.

Blake Sinclair swiped to answer.

Celia’s anxious voice came through the receiver, "Senior, you finally answered, your livestream wasn’t turned off..."

Blake Sinclair’s voice was steady, "It’s off now."

On the other end, Celia clearly paused for a moment, "Oh... President Sinclair? Is she okay..."

Blake Sinclair glanced at Holly beside him, who was burying her face in shame, and replied slowly, "She’s fine, thank you for the timely reminder."

After that, he ended the call and sent a message to Cole Tanner with his phone, instructing him to handle the online discussions.

After doing all this, he put his phone back on the table and gently patted Holly’s hand to comfort her.

All Holly could think about was that everything they said had been heard by the audience, and she felt too embarrassed to face anyone.

"What do we do, they all heard it."

Her voice was trembling, and she was on the verge of breakdown.

"I can’t remember what we said. Did we say anything inappropriate? Will we be cyberbullied?"

Holly’s voice was filled with tears, her eyes began to redden, as if she already imagined the negative news online.

"It’s okay, don’t be scared Holly, it’s already off."

Blake Sinclair held her shoulders and gently wiped away the moisture from her eyes, forcing her to look at him.

His gaze was calm and reassuring, exuding a sense of strength.

He repeated what he said earlier, "I’ve already asked someone to handle it, trust me, nothing will happen."

"Really? But... everything we said just now, they all heard it."

"Let them hear it, it’s not a big deal."

"How is it not a big deal!" Holly grasped his wrist, "Are you sure that we didn’t say anything inappropriate earlier?"

Blake Sinclair held her, cutting off her panic, his voice firm, "Don’t worry, every word was normal, nothing inappropriate was said."

As he spoke, he suddenly smiled, "Holly, is our affection something to be ashamed of? It’s better now that they know!"

He lowered his head, his forehead gently touching hers, his tone serious.

Holly was both embarrassed and anxious, "What’s so good about it?"

"It’s good that everyone knows Blake Sinclair is jealous tonight, and very jealous at that."

He lowered his voice, with a sense of pride and possessiveness, "This way, no one will dare to hit on you, and all those people online calling you their wife, they’ll hold back too, right?"

Holly was strangely convinced by his twisted logic yet still persuasive words.

"What kind of twisted logic is that?"

"My logic." Seeing her emotions calm down, Blake Sinclair stepped back a little.

Looking at his composed demeanor, Holly felt her inner panic was largely soothed.

Seeing her looking so pitiful, Blake Sinclair felt his heart soften completely and couldn’t resist teasing her.

"More so, there’s something else to worry about."

Holly, who had just settled down, felt her heart hanging again, "What is it?"

Blake Sinclair feigned grievance, "Holly, now tens of thousands of fans know I’m jealous, shouldn’t you take responsibility and comfort me?"

Holly couldn’t help but laugh amidst tears, lightly hitting his chest, "You’re so annoying, we really can’t let this happen again."

"Okay." Blake Sinclair agreed, pulling her back into his arms, "I’ll do as you say."

The night was as dark as ink.

The microphone livestream incident left Holly anxious and shaken all night.

Blake Sinclair handled things decisively and swiftly, with all related videos and clips erased, and the trending topic quickly disappeared.

Any related trending searches were promptly taken down as well.

She was initially worried that the fans in the livestream room might spread the news, but most of them were CP fans of the couple, understanding that this accident wasn’t a desirable thing, everyone kept to themselves and their own circles, privately shipping the couple.

Holly knew that to suppress this trend, Blake Sinclair must have spent a considerable amount of resources; thinking about the real money spent made her heartache.

Holly resolved that the next time they live stream, the phone must be turned off as well.

In just a few hours, experiencing such ups and downs in emotions, fatigue quickly overshadowed her anxiety, and after a bath, she immediately fell into a deep sleep.

And nobody noticed that late at night when everyone was deep in slumber, a few controversial trending topics suddenly appeared on Weibo, quickly climbing to the top ten of the trending list.

[Shannon Yarrow’s Livestream Background Painting Hides Secrets]

[Blake Sinclair’s Tie with Yarrow Pattern]

[Mr. Z, Mr. Sinclair]

In the middle of the night.

Shallow breaths could be heard from the master bedroom.

Suddenly, the bedside lamp clicked on, spreading a warm yellow hue in the dark, highlighting Blake Sinclair’s deep-profiled silhouette.

He turned to look at the peacefully sleeping Holly, ensuring he didn’t disturb her, slowly got out of bed.

He walked toward the door, gently pressed the handle to open a crack, glanced back at Holly, then stepping out and softly closing the door.

The living room was as dark as ink, he walked straight to the balcony, casting a long shadow on the ground.

The night was deep and heavy, with a chill seeping into his nightwear, yet Blake Sinclair didn’t notice.

He took out his phone which had been vibrating for a while, which displayed a stream of messages from Cole Tanner.

Cole, being the most tactful, wouldn’t message at this hour unless it was extremely urgent and important.

[President Sinclair, as you instructed to keep an eye on unusual trending topics on Weibo, these trends were suddenly pushed by bots late at night, gaining momentum unexpectedly fast.]

[Now netizens are furiously comparing the background painting in Shannon Yarrow’s livestream with the embroidery on your tie.]

[Our marketing and PR team are ready, and the strategy to suppress the trending topic is in place, contact has been made with the platform to take down the trends.]

[President Sinclair, the platform has reported that the trends have gained significant attention and it will take time, should we initiate the highest level emergency plan to completely block all related keywords?]

Blake Sinclair opened the screenshots Cole sent, his frown deepening.