She was already unwilling for Elias Sinclair to return home early because of Quinn Lockwood, but as his assistant and secretary, she did her job diligently.
She was not negligent about work matters in the slightest, reporting the issues at the branch office to Elias Sinclair on time every day, morning, noon, and night.
Hearing Joyce Kramer’s voice and the disdain and annoyance in her tone, Quinn Lockwood’s face involuntarily turned a bit unpleasant.
Moreover, the fact that Joyce Kramer liked Elias Sinclair was something she could see with her eyes closed, and now, perhaps due to a stomachache, she was also feeling a little uncomfortable inside.
"He’s taking a shower, call back later!" Quinn Lockwood said directly with an annoyed tone, then hung up the phone.
Her stomachache grew increasingly severe, and she really couldn’t endure the waves of pain anymore, nor was she willing to deal with Joyce Kramer.
If she really started arguing back and forth with her, it probably wouldn’t end in just a few minutes.
Meanwhile, Elias Sinclair walked in carrying a medical kit and a warming pad, with a big cup of hot water in his hands.
"Do you have the strength to get up and take your medicine?" Elias Sinclair placed the warming pad on Quinn Lockwood’s stomach, squatted down, and asked in a worried voice.
Quinn Lockwood shifted her body, frowned, and gave Elias Sinclair a sidelong glance, feeling a bit sour inside.
If Joyce Kramer wasn’t Elias Sinclair’s assistant, Quinn Lockwood would have been rude to her long ago.
This woman repeatedly plotted against her and mocked her, really taking her for a pushover.
Thinking of Joyce Kramer’s mocking look, Quinn Lockwood felt a fury rise in her heart.
She pouted sourly at Elias Sinclair and said, "Your secretary just called. Something important came up."
"Alright, take your medicine now, then drink this cup of water."
"I asked Angus, and this medicine is very effective for stomach spasms." Elias Sinclair, as if not hearing Quinn Lockwood’s words, deftly opened the medicine bottle and brought it to her lips.
Quinn Lockwood tightened her lips, refusing to take the medicine, and leaned her head back to avoid Elias Sinclair’s hand, speaking with a somewhat sarcastic tone, "Joyce Kramer called about work, and it’s urgent, you should go return the call!"
Actually, Quinn Lockwood just wanted to see Elias Sinclair’s reaction.
She didn’t know why she wanted to do this, but she felt that if he really went out to return the call, she’d feel very upset inside.
"Come on, open your mouth." He gently coaxed, like comforting a rebellious child.
Quinn Lockwood looked at Elias Sinclair’s hand in front of her mouth, an unusual emotion flashed in her eyes, and she felt a warm sensation in her heart.
Instinctively complying with Elias Sinclair’s command, she opened her mouth, and he immediately handed her the cup.
"Drink all of it, it’s just the right temperature, not too hot." Elias Sinclair didn’t withdraw his hand, but instead held the cup, helping to share the weight.
As Quinn Lockwood drank, she quietly glanced at Elias Sinclair to find he looked worried, having put aside work to care for her, which made her feel a little sweet.
The warming pad on her stomach provided adequate heat, and after taking the medicine and drinking a big cup of water, her stomach spasms eased considerably.
Elias Sinclair poured another glass of water for Quinn Lockwood and placed it on the coffee table, then sat beside her, letting her lean into his arms.
Quinn Lockwood pouted but did not lean her head over, muttering resentfully, "Can’t even have peace at home, too many messy romantic entanglements, and they all talk about work."
Elias Sinclair heard all of what Quinn Lockwood said, initially knitting his eyebrows slightly, then smiling faintly.
"Is Madam jealous?" He unexpectedly pulled her into his embrace, leaning down to meet her eyes.
"Who’s jealous, don’t talk nonsense! I just think that Joyce Kramer is too..." Quinn Lockwood said, feeling tense at his sudden closeness.
"Don’t deny it, I know." His deep eyes glimmered with brightness.
"Sir, Mr. Grant arrived... I’m sorry, sir, I’m sorry, madam."
At this moment, the door was knocked gently, and a servant and Cameron Grant stood at the entrance.
The servant was momentarily stunned by the scene inside the study, quickly averting her gaze, bowing, and retreating.
Oh my goodness, what had she just seen, how embarrassing!
Quinn Lockwood turned her head, seeing Cameron Grant at the doorway with a somewhat serious expression, carrying an indescribable emotion.
She quickly sat up, escaping from Elias Sinclair’s intimate embrace, but in doing so, she accidentally tugged at a wound, causing a dull pain in her arm.
After being interrupted, Elias Sinclair’s face suddenly darkened, but upon seeing it was Cameron Grant, he didn’t react further.
"You’re here." He sat up straight, speaking slowly, nonchalantly resting both hands on the sofa back, returning to his usual detached demeanor.
Cameron Grant nodded slightly, a brief glint of chill in his eyes quickly replaced by his usual gentle and elegant demeanor.
"You returned so quickly, Elias," Cameron Grant smiled lightly and took a seat opposite Quinn Lockwood and Elias Sinclair, an awkwardly unnatural feeling permeating the air.
Quinn Lockwood forced a smile, turning away from Elias Sinclair with a hint of lingering blush on her face.
"Yes, things there were mostly handled, so I came back early." His gaze lowered slightly, his face expressionless, leaving no hint of his inner thoughts.
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Cameron Grant noticed Elias Sinclair’s subtle gesture, his eyes flickering uncomfortably for a moment, but his refined face remained calm and collected.
"Everything seemed to go smoothly, the new executive officer is quite capable." Cameron Grant’s refined peach blossom eyes carried a smile, his tone as warm and gentle as ever.