CHAPTER 455: CHAPTER 455: ALLERGY

"The bed sheets... the mattress... oh no, not the mattress, it’s the bed."

"In a bit, I’ll have someone bring over a new bed, please, please don’t get mad, I’ll clean it up. I’m sorry," Quinn Lockwood apologized cautiously to Elias Sinclair while backing towards the door.

She needed to walk backward and make her escape quickly; if Elias realized she had stained his bed sheets, the consequences would be unimaginable!

As Quinn turned to leave the room, Elias clearly saw the dark red, dried blood stain on the hem of her dress.

The man’s eyebrows instantly furrowed tightly, and the air in the room dropped below zero for a moment, but then quickly returned to normal.

As if everything just now was an illusion, his expression showed no sign of abnormality. He adjusted the slightly disheveled collar of his pajama top, then swiftly threw the covers aside.

"Nanny Warren, bring over a new set of linens, but don’t make too much noise," Elias said, opening the door and pressing the call button, before heading back inside to tidy himself.

When Nanny Warren heard her employer’s voice, she didn’t immediately react. After a few seconds of daze, she smiled so much that it was hard to keep her mouth shut.

Oh my, changing the sheets, it seems she’s got to quickly inform the old master.

After tidying up in her own room, Quinn went down to the living room.

She had barely sat down on the sofa when she heard Mrs. Sinclair’s call, "Savannah, come have breakfast. I made some American breakfast and brewed black coffee."

"These coffee beans I brought back specially, since Elias mentioned you drink pure black coffee every day," Mrs. Sinclair said, holding a plate of cooked steak and sandwiches, beckoning Quinn from the kitchen.

"Mom, why are you..."

"Let me help you," Quinn hurriedly stood up to take the tray from Mrs. Sinclair.

Thinking about Mrs. Sinclair’s evaluation of her last night, Quinn still felt a bit sad inside.

"No need for your help, just sit down, I’ll bring over the rest of the food," Mrs. Sinclair moved aside to avoid Quinn’s hands reaching for the tray, her face radiated a sincerely kind smile.

Quinn kept her hands raised, her gaze falling from Mrs. Sinclair’s face to the tray, seemingly noticing a red mark on Mrs. Sinclair’s hand.

"Mom, your hand..." Quinn pointed out the mark on Mrs. Sinclair’s hand, concern knitting her brows.

It looked like a burn.

Back when Quinn was just starting to cook, she used to often get splashed by oil, so she could instantly recognize it as a burn mark.

"It’s nothing, just got burned while frying meat, I’ll go get the coffee, you sit here," Mrs. Sinclair set down the tray and then turned to hide her hand from Quinn’s view.

She rarely cooked.

Mrs. Sinclair had been the daughter of an aristocratic family, and cooking was something she had never been involved in before. Even later, it was only because Mr. Sinclair liked American and French cuisine that she started learning a bit with a teacher.

Since getting married, Mrs. Sinclair could count the times she’d cooked on one hand. Today, she prepared breakfast purely out of a sense of guilt towards Quinn.

Mrs. Sinclair deeply regretted what she said last night and regretted expressing her eagerness to let Melody Shepherd return to the Sinclair Family.

She indeed had a poor impression of Quinn, but after this visit, she realized Quinn had changed and that her son indeed cared a lot about Quinn.

Elias was very happy now, wasn’t that her lifelong wish? It was fulfilled, so why would she say those things to disturb this current peace? Why ruin this stable life they finally had?

Carrying the coffee over, she saw Quinn sitting obediently in her seat, not daring to make a move, somehow finding this child quite adorable.

Perhaps it truly was her own deep-seated bias against her.

"Thank you, mom," Quinn said, a faint smile curling her lips as she looked at the somewhat dull-colored steak and sandwiches in front of her.

She knew Mrs. Sinclair hardly ever touched the kitchen, yet today she cooked breakfast herself and even specially prepared black coffee for her... and suffered a burn on her hand.

Thinking of all this, Quinn felt deeply touched, as if all her efforts hadn’t been in vain. That neglected blossom she had painstakingly cultivated, had finally begun to bloom a bit.

Quinn initially intended to eat breakfast with Mr. Sinclair and Elias, but Mrs. Sinclair informed her that the father and son were discussing stock market trends in the study, so there was no need to wait for them.

"Mom, what’s inside this sandwich?"

"What ingredient is it?" As soon as Quinn took a bite of the sandwich, her expression subtly changed, so subtle it was hard to catch.

"It’s crab roe, I specially had some fresh crabs sent over from a Michelin restaurant this morning. Is it not good?" Mrs. Sinclair asked, feeling a bit unsure since she’d heard from Elias and the old master that Quinn was a skilled cook.

"No, no, it’s delicious, something I’ve never tasted before, so I wanted to ask what it’s made of."

"I really like it." Quinn smiled sweetly at Mrs. Sinclair, then took another big bite of the sandwich, seemingly lost in the deliciousness.

However, just as Quinn swallowed the crab roe, a troubled and slightly rejecting expression flashed across her face.

Crab roe had always been something Quinn avoided.

Though she enjoyed seafood, she had always been allergic to crab roe in her previous life; just a tiny bite would cause her arms and neck to itch.

Yet it left no visible marks, only scratch marks from the intensity of her scratching.

It was truly unspeakable, and she might even be accused of faking it.

Ever since Quinn was reborn into this body, she wasn’t sure if she was still allergic to crab roe.

She thought perhaps the new body would eliminate the allergy, so even though she felt a strong aversion to crab roe, she ate it all because it was a meticulously prepared breakfast by Mrs. Lowell.

Initially holding onto the hope that her new body wouldn’t be allergic, Quinn, unfortunately, did react to it.

She endured the itching sensation on her arms and neck until she walked out of the house.

"What’s wrong?" Elias asked, noticing Quinn continuously scratching her arm, feeling somewhat puzzled.