CHAPTER 140: CHAPTER 140: HARD TO SOOTHE

The bathroom was shrouded in misty steam, a white warm haze that couldn’t be dissipated before the eyes.

The scent of jasmine spread wantonly in the hot air, rich and fragrant, and even the breath in the humid air was tinged with moisture.

A bead of water meandered slowly down the glass mirror, tracing out a series of intermittent winding marks.

Although it was a soundless drop, Blake Sinclair could clearly hear the "drip" sound.

It didn’t fall to the ground, but gently plopped into the lake in his heart where she existed, causing ripples.

His gaze involuntarily followed the trace of the falling water bead and landed on the person before him.

Holly stood in the mist, wearing a silk camisole nightdress, the soft fabric outlining an alluring curve.

Her damp hair stuck to the side of her neck, carrying a hint of seductive allure.

Blake Sinclair’s breath hitched as he looked at the towel in his hand, realizing that he had been duped.

A helplessness of being calculated surged up in his heart, but before he could get angry, he met her blinking eyes.

The eyes, moistened by the steam, held a bit of slyness and...

A hint of appeasement.

Blake Sinclair just felt the lake in his heart rippling more vigorously, soft waves beating against his chest.

His Adam’s apple moved slightly, swallowing back those surging emotions, finally turning into a sigh of compromise.

Seeing his expression, Holly felt somewhat confident.

She was a bona fide woman, a woman among women, a female among females, flexible and adaptable!

She reached out and poked his arm, "I’m sorry, I know I was wrong. Next time, next time I will definitely tell you in advance, and I won’t act on my own again, okay?"

Her voice was light, with a hint of coquettishness.

Blake Sinclair didn’t say anything.

He just stared fixedly at her.

The emotions that he had barely managed to subside surged back because of her words.

The heavy sound of breathing in the air and the rise and fall of his chest indicated that he was angry again.

"Another next time?"

Blake Sinclair was indeed angry!

Angry that she had detected Shannon Yarrow’s trap but didn’t avoid it, instead choosing to step in alone, putting herself in danger.

Also angry that when something happened, she didn’t tell him first.

Did she know that if Mia Chapelle at the time wasn’t aiming to frame her but rather to perish together, if that car had hit harder, if...

Just the thought of those potential outcomes made his heart hurt with suffocation, the fear of it almost drowning him.

He didn’t dare to think...

But he couldn’t bear to truly be angry with her.

He was more angry with himself.

Wasn’t it that in her heart, he still wasn’t completely trusted?

Was it only by keeping her by his side 24/7, under his watchful eyes, that she would listen!

Those dark and vile thoughts surfaced uncontrolled, painful and disgusting.

Blake Sinclair forcibly suppressed his emotions.

He lowered his head, looking at the hand that was holding his, and pulled her into his embrace, holding her tightly.

"Holly."

His voice was very hoarse, trembling with a pleading tone, "When will you finally think of me first?"

There was no blame in these words, like a devout follower praying to his only deity for mercy and trust.

At this moment, Blake Sinclair was no longer the shrewd President Sinclair of the business world, but just an ordinary man fearful and uneasy for his loved one being in danger.

This fragile posture of putting himself in a subordinate position touched Holly’s heart more than any forceful interrogation.

Being embraced tightly against his chest, she heard the hot heartbeat emanating from there.

Understanding his emotions tonight stemmed from concern, Holly’s heart ached and she also raised her hands to hug him back.

"So are you still angry?"

She rubbed her cheek against his shirt.

"Of course I’m angry. No one can remain calm after seeing their loved one in danger."

He lowered his eyes, looking at the person in his arms, the anger in his heart replaced by heartache, "But what angers me more is that after realizing something was wrong, you didn’t tell me first. I want to be your reliance, not the last person to be informed."

Holly nodded, "I mainly just wanted to see what kind of trick she was up to, I wasn’t being reckless."

She mumbled softly, "I was actually very careful, I even set your number as an emergency contact, checked the brakes before getting in the car, and drove very slowly, I just didn’t expect Mia Chapelle to rush out at the end..."

As she spoke, the hand on his waist tightened, and Holly realized that she had said the wrong thing, quickly stopping herself.

She looked up with a laugh, "I think what you said is absolutely right, next time, next time I will definitely tell you."

"Another next time?" he frowned in warning.

"No, no, no."

Holly quickly changed the topic, "By the way, why was Officer Grant the one handling the case tonight? Isn’t he with the criminal police?"

Blake Sinclair saw through her little intention but cooperatively answered, "He happened to be on vacation, dealing with trivial matters at the police station. Daniel Alden mentioned your name when reporting, so he followed up."

"Oh." Holly nodded thoughtfully, "Good thing it was him."

"Holly." He called her name softly.

"Hmm?"

"Don’t let me hear about you from others again, I’d go crazy."

God knows how he felt when Ulysses Grant called and he heard the words "Holly might have had a car accident."

His prideful rationality disappeared completely at that moment, the place in his heart felt empty, scared of losing her once more.

Seeing the undissipated terror in his eyes, Holly’s heart clenched a little.

She clutched the corner of his clothes, "I won’t, really."

What responded to her was an even tighter embrace.

Noticing his emotions gradually calming, knowing he was no longer angry, Holly quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

The alarm was lifted, her courage rose again.

The hand around his waist began to restlessly draw circles on his back, grumbling softly and coquettishly: "Blake Sinclair, you’re really hard to appease when you’re mad."

"Am I?" His voice came from above her head.

Holly didn’t catch the danger in his voice and nodded firmly in his arms.

Blake Sinclair suddenly released her a bit, held her shoulders and pushed her a slight distance away, allowing her to see his face clearly.

He stared into her eyes, raising an eyebrow in doubt, "Then why do I feel that Mrs. Sinclair hasn’t seriously tried to appease me?"

Holly: "...."

Miscalculation, she was careless.

Blake Sinclair’s eyes gradually deepened, the low-pressure that had just dissipated re-gathered, it seemed like little clouds were floating over his head again.

Holly looked at his pretending-to-be-angry look, seeing the glaring two words in his eyes:

Appease me!

"...."

Now she understood the predicament of eunuchs, having the will but not the strength.

A misguided venture into the royal court.

She had dug a pit for herself and had to fill it, even with tears.

She took a deep breath, hugged his arm and shook it, "Husband."

Blake Sinclair’s mouth twitched slightly but he restrained himself to keep his expression unchanged.

Holly ramped up, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him:

"My husband looked so handsome appearing at the police station tonight! Just like the domineering CEO male lead in a novel, compared to you, others are just at the level of drizzling water."

"Oh? Mrs. Sinclair has seen quite a few other men."

"...."

Miscalculation again, she had fallen through again.