CHAPTER 189: CHAPTER 189: PREPARING TO MAKE YOU WEAR A GREEN HAT

As soon as Holly finished speaking, Blake Sinclair’s hand on her waist subconsciously tightened, the force so strong it made her wince.

"Say that again."

His voice was terrifyingly deep, each word seemed squeezed out.

Holly could feel his intense heartbeat; he was angry.

Yet, for some reason, seeing him like this, an odd sense of satisfaction rose in her heart.

Facing his dangerous gaze, she slightly lifted her chin and repeated, "He’s a doctor, a respectable profession. Life with him may be ordinary but it’s steady."

This statement was half-true, with a hint of spite.

Blake Sinclair stared at her intensely, leaning down, their noses touching.

He scoffed.

"Respectable profession?"

"Steady life?"

With each rhetorical question, the dangerous aura around him intensified.

"So, I deserve to be eliminated, is that it? Even though I remember nothing, you won’t give me a chance to make amends?"

Holly was struck by the self-mockery in his words.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but he interrupted her.

"It’s a pity,"

His voice turned suddenly cold, "Even if I’m out, don’t think you can easily walk away."

This time, the kiss was different from the previous ones filled with plundering and tender probing; it was laden with desperate possessiveness.

It was as if Blake Sinclair wanted to prove through this kiss that she belonged to him, like a brand imprinted on both their hearts, merging into their bones and blood.

Holly could only passively endure it.

Her hands weakly pressed against his chest, originally wanting to push him away, but eventually clutched tightly to his collar.

She didn’t know how much time passed, and just when Holly felt she was about to suffocate, Blake Sinclair finally let her go.

His forehead leaned against hers, both gasping heavily, their hot breaths intertwining, indistinguishable from each other.

"Holly," he said hoarsely, pleading in a low voice, "Don’t treat me like this."

A simple sentence that broke through Holly’s psychological defenses.

Her heart was warm, sour, and astringent.

She suddenly realized, in this relationship, she was not the only one suffering.

This seemingly aggressive man, pressing step by step, even in his amnesia, was equally filled with anxiety and uncertainty.

She looked at his face, at the lingering panic and vulnerability in his eyes, and her heart softened completely.

Holly raised her hand, wanting to touch his face, but he grabbed her wrist and pinned it to the seat.

She sighed helplessly, her voice still slightly breathless, "Leon Chapman, he isn’t divorced."

Blake Sinclair looked at her in shock, his grip on her hand loosening slightly.

Seizing the opportunity, Holly pulled her hand away and couldn’t resist touching his face.

She briefly explained Leon Chapman’s situation to him.

"He’s the son of my mom’s elementary school friend. Today’s incident was purely accidental, and he didn’t know about it. He also has his own relationship problems. We were just talking briefly, nothing else."

Blake Sinclair’s gaze softened a bit but he was still somewhat unconvinced, "Then why did you escort him downstairs? And talk for so long?"

"Director Lennon ordered it, how dare I disobey? And he had to explain the misunderstanding; I couldn’t just not let him talk, could I?"

She paused, lifted her eyes to meet his, and said teasingly, "So now, Mr. Sinclair, can you put away that look like you’re going to devour someone?"

"So you’re not...."

He asked somewhat uncertainly.

"Not what?"

Holly raised an eyebrow, "Having a pleasant conversation? Developing feelings? Planning to cuckold you?"

Blake Sinclair awkwardly averted his gaze, but still held her in his arms without letting go.

"Who told you to escort him down and chat for so long."

"That was a polite smile."

"So you’re jealous?"

"Yes."

Holly didn’t expect him to answer so directly.

She sighed helplessly, "Blake Sinclair, have you forgotten, the problem between us has never been about Leon Chapman or Leon Chase."

This statement was like a bucket of cold water, instantly cooling the heated atmosphere in the car.

Blake Sinclair fell silent, looking at her, his gaze complex.

Yes, he had forgotten, or rather, he didn’t even know what the specific issue was between them.

He only knew their relationship was tense, she wanted a divorce, and he didn’t want it. It was possible they were on the brink of breaking up before the accident happened.

"Then what is the problem between us?"

He asked humbly, "Tell me, whatever it is, give me a chance to make amends, okay?"

Holly didn’t intend to hide it from him, but those past events were like an unrelated story to him now with his amnesia, pale and powerless, with no real impact.

Saying it wouldn’t change anything.

"Some things have no meaning when said now. Let’s talk about it after you regain your memory."

Holly pushed him away, sat up straight, and tidied her clothes and hair that he had messed up.

"I’ve been downstairs for too long, I should go back."

She opened the car door, one foot already out.

But Blake Sinclair grabbed her hand again.

Holly turned back.

His voice was dry, "Then after I remember, will you give me a chance?"

Will you, after I remember, when I might become the Blake Sinclair who hurt you, completely shut me out?

He didn’t ask this out loud, but Holly read it in his eyes.

Seeing the apprehension and hope in his eyes, her heart felt achingly soft.

"Then, let’s talk about it when that day comes."

She gently freed her wrist from his grasp.

This time Blake Sinclair didn’t try to hold her back, his grip gradually loosening until he completely let her go.

Holly got out of the car, closed the door, and quickly walked towards the apartment building.

Blake Sinclair sat in the car, his gaze following her retreating figure.

"Until that day..." he smiled bitterly.

Returning home, as expected, only Director Lennon and Teacher Crowe were left in the living room.

Leon Chapman’s parents had already left, presumably after he called to clear things up.

Director Lennon looked at Holly, his eyes somewhat complicated, but he just sighed and said nothing.

Fortunately, this blind date mishap seemed temporarily settled.

The next morning, Director Lennon and Teacher Crowe had already gone out early.

Holly was about to head to Lunar Lotus Studio after breakfast when she got a call from Laurel Sinclair.

She said she didn’t know who leaked the news, but Blake Sinclair’s amnesia might have been discovered by those old guys within the Group.

They used the pretext of a family banquet to probe for information.

So tonight, she needed Holly to cooperate and cover for Blake Sinclair.

Holly did not refuse.

She just hadn’t expected to be back at Sinclair Manor with Blake Sinclair under such circumstances.

The dress and styling had been arranged by Laurel Sinclair at The Grandflora Gardens in advance.

Holly went downstairs and saw, as expected, Blake Sinclair’s car waiting below.

Seeing her coming out, he naturally took her bag and opened the car door for her.

Laurel Sinclair must have filled him in in advance, as he asked nothing, and the car headed towards The Grandflora Gardens.

It seemed like it had been a long time since the last return to The Grandflora Gardens. The closer they got, the harder it was to find peace in her heart.

This place carried too many of their memories.

She looked at Blake Sinclair at the driver’s seat, but his expression remained the same.

A faint sense of disappointment rose in Holly’s heart.

Upon arriving at The Grandflora Gardens, the professional teams of stylists and makeup artists had been waiting for some time.

As soon as she entered, Holly was startled by the spectacle in the living room.

High fashion dresses, dazzling jewelry, a plethora of options.

"This... is it necessary to be so extravagant?"

Holly pointed to the rows of clothes racks, "Isn’t this a family banquet? Someone might think we’re getting married!"

Blake Sinclair chuckled softly at her words, then naturally took her hand and led her to sit by the sofa.

He mocked playfully, "What, is Holly looking forward to a wedding?"

Holly’s cheeks instantly flushed with a rosy hue, she glared at him with feigned annoyance, pulled her hand back, but did not answer his tease.

"Though it’s a family banquet, it’s also my first time formally introducing you to the elders in the family, it should be taken seriously. Besides, you are the rightful wife of the Sinclair Group’s president, isn’t all this grandeur warranted?"

He made the statement matter-of-factly, and Holly momentarily couldn’t find words to refute.

It made sense.

Especially in the kind of situation tonight where one needs to hold one’s own.