CHAPTER 126: CHAPTER 126: ASSERTING SOVEREIGNTY

The cuff of the crisp black suit was slightly taut due to his reaching movement, outlining the lines of his arm.

Those hands purposefully placed a full glass of water next to Holly Crowe and then naturally took away the empty glass.

Holly stiffly turned her head to look at him, "You... why are you..."

Blake Sinclair leaned forward upon hearing, slightly bending down, the lower half of his body just in the frame, his voice coming above: "Here to refill your water."

His words sent the audience into a frenzy.

[Damn damn damn! How did he get in? Wasn’t it locked?]

[You’re missing the point, ladies! The key thing is Holly just found the water empty and he came in! What does that mean? It means he’s been watching the live stream all along! He knows everything!]

[This man is so scheming! First, he deliberately dropped the glass outside, then he used it as an excuse to come in and refill water.]

[Here comes the man, bringing his 188cm height to declare his dominance (sizzle sizzle).]

[Who wears a three-piece suit at home in the middle of the night? Oh, it’s President Sinclair, then never mind.]

[Help! This abstinent tyrant secretly controlling his wife plot is too intriguing!]

[Holly: I locked the door. President Sinclair: I have my ways.]

Watching the bullet comments on the screen and the soaring viewer count, Holly was in a state of shock, her mind filled with questions about how he got the key.

But they were live streaming now, and she couldn’t ask him directly, so she could only kick him under the table, signaling him with her eyes to leave.

However, she underestimated her strength, and to him, it felt like a kitten’s scratch.

Not only did he not leave, but his right foot naturally lifted under the table, seizing her restless ankle and pinning it between his legs, suppressing her movement, rendering her unable to move.

On the surface, he remained the dignified President Sinclair.

But beneath the table, it was an inescapable gentle entrapment.

Holly never expected him to be so audacious, yet she was afraid to struggle forcefully, fearing the viewers might notice something, only hoping Blake Sinclair would quickly leave.

But Blake Sinclair seemed invigorated; he showed no intention of leaving once he came in.

He glanced at the streaming phone, pulling a heavy wooden armchair closer and casually sitting at her side and slightly behind.

Blake Sinclair’s half of his body entered the bottom left corner of Holly’s live stream frame, from his neck to his slender waist and hips wrapped in the suit.

The lack of a face only added a layer of mystery and intrigue, making viewers’ hearts itch.

After sitting, he leisurely unbuttoned the center button of his suit jacket, then laced his fingers, resting them casually on his leg.

Aura of abstinence yet aloof surrounding him, the stature of a superior undeniably revealed.

He sat there quietly behind Holly, like a silent pillar of support or a ubiquitous imprint, announcing his presence and dominion quietly to everyone in front and behind the screen.

The bullet comments went completely wild:

[Even old, a Ferrari is still a Ferrari!]

[My election pledge is, if I could date someone like him, I’d gift all the sisters here five each!]

[Abstinent domineering president is online watching his wife, do I get to watch this for free?]

[Who understands! Who understands! President Sinclair moving the chair, unbuttoning his suit, how can someone do it so elegantly! This is a boon for hand fetishists!]

[Why can someone wear a suit so well! Damn, I’m voting for President Sinclair; this man indeed has skills.]

[Show your face, show your face! Handsome man and beautiful lady, I’m all in!]

Blake Sinclair’s gaze calmly swept over the bullet screen comments, a satisfied smile curling at the corners of his lips.

Meanwhile, those who were shipping the male college student CP earlier were completely silenced, for even though Blake Sinclair didn’t show his face, his aura and possessive posture silently declared everything.

Watching the screen filled with praise for Blake Sinclair’s abstinent elegance, Holly wished she could jump into the screen and shake everyone’s shoulders to tell them.

The abstinent elegance they talked about was all an act! It’s all fake!

This man privately is both a scoundrel and a rogue!

She wished she could take her phone and show them the real Blake Sinclair under the table holding her leg.

Ever since Blake Sinclair entered the live room, the viewer count in the top left had been skyrocketing.

The director’s team looked at the backstage numbers, smiling from ear to ear.

What is this?

This is traffic!

This is money!

This is wealth!

Not picking it up outside would be a loss.

The incredible fortune finally turned towards him.

The director’s team gave the host a look, indicating that the live stream should continue as usual.

Since the director’s team didn’t say anything, Holly had even less to say, only able to tacitly accept his staying.

For the second half, the companion watch live stream continued.

Before starting, the host introduced the new companion watch guest.

When he mentioned the young artist prefix, Holly felt a tickle on her brow.

Sure enough, in the next second, Shannon Yarrow connected to the live.

The screen split into five pieces; the top ones were she and Shannon’s small screens, the remaining three still were the host, Tiffany Thorne, and Dean Raines.

Holly noticed that after Shannon came on, her face flashed a momentary unnaturalness upon seeing the silhouette behind her, which was soon masked by her smile.

The host as usual first let Shannon greet everyone.

Taking advantage of the break, Holly sneakily turned her head to try to warn the strong presence behind her with her gaze.

Seeing her turn her head, Blake Sinclair raised an eyebrow.

He didn’t speak, just that foot under the table that lightly restrained her ankle before, started to sway with a not-so-light hint.

The high-quality suit fabric of the trouser legs brushed against the skin of her calf, carrying a subtle and teasing itchiness, a tingling electric sensation running up her spine, making Holly shudder slightly.

Scoundrel!

She cursed inwardly, quickly turning back around, yet her face uncontrollably flushed crimson.

The keen-eyed viewers immediately noticed the change in Holly.

[Eh, what’s this young couple doing? Why is her face red?]

[I can’t take it anymore, why am I obsessing over this when she merely turned to glance?]

[I never managed to read a single serious book, yet I’m so invested in this, if only I was this attentive during school.]

[Other people’s partners always make me satisfied, it’s annoying.]

[My emotional phone and helpless self! My words hurt, I’ll shut my eyes first.]

Online comments buzzed again.

Luckily, after Shannon finished introducing herself, the companion watch live stream quickly began, and the bullet comment feature was turned off again.

During this time, Blake Sinclair went out once, and when he returned, he had a bone china plate in hand, with neatly sliced peaches on top.

He placed the peaches at the corner of the table, then moved his chair closer to Holly, the distance now revealing his jawline under the camera below.

Seeing the plate of peaches, Holly paused slightly, was it the casual mention in the morning about wanting some peaches that he remembered?

Blake Sinclair’s gaze never left her, noticing her eyes glancing several times at the peaches within a few minutes, all was clear to him.

He picked up the small silver fork beside, selecting the piece of peach flesh in the center, extending it towards her.

His fingers deliberately brushed against her pinky, hinting for her to take it.

But with the consideration of being live, Holly resisted the temptation and didn’t take it, even maintaining an indifferent demeanour, not sparing him a single glance.

Blake Sinclair squinted slightly, displeased with her refusal.

With a turn of his wrist, he sent that piece of peach into his mouth.

"Crunch."

The crisp chewing sound echoed in her ears, particularly clear.

He even picked the crunchy peach she loved the most.

Damn dog man!

Damn it!

This was clearly a deliberate temptation.

He seemed to be playing a game, one piece not enough, relentlessly munching a few more, each bite crisp and audible.

Piqued, Holly secretly ground her teeth.

She simply turned half her body, using her back to face him, expressing silent protest, missing the deepened amusement in the eyes of the person behind her.