CHAPTER 160: CHAPTER 160: THAT NIGHT, I DIDN’T GO TO SEE SHANNON YARROW

Holly wanted to leave.

Blake Sinclair’s expression was very serious when he said that.

She was afraid, afraid that what he would say next would exceed her current emotional capacity.

But Blake Sinclair didn’t give her a chance to run away.

He kept holding her hand.

Reluctantly, Holly had no choice but to follow his lead and sit back on the sofa.

She pouted, took out her phone, and started a timer, "Ten minutes. Once the time’s up, I’m leaving, not one second more."

She wanted to hear what kind of story he could make up now.

"Alright." He agreed straightforwardly.

But the next second, he stood up and walked behind the sofa.

Holly’s gaze followed him.

What is he doing?

Just explain, why go behind her?

Is he planning to ambush her?

However, Blake Sinclair only picked up the hairdryer and started to dry her hair, "If your hair doesn’t dry, you’ll get sick. You just recovered."

Holly was puzzled and pointed at the screen showing eight minutes left on the countdown, "Whatever you do, once the time is up, I’m out of here."

He indeed didn’t seem in a rush, leisurely drying her hair, "Alright."

Holly simply let him, sipping her ginger and brown sugar tea, leaning back into the sofa, and drinking slowly.

Blake Sinclair stood behind her, patiently helping her dry her hair, his fingertips gently massaging her scalp.

Holly’s nerves gradually relaxed, her head involuntarily swayed.

Blake Sinclair watched her from above, the tenderness in his eyes was unmistakable, he cupped her head with one hand to let her lean on it.

At this moment, Holly, for once, was quiet, her silky hair sliding through his fingers, and he greedily watched the scene, wanting to freeze the moment forever.

The sound of the hairdryer was like hypnotic white noise, slowly relaxing Holly completely, and combined with his massage technique, her head began to get drowsy.

She was almost about to fall into a light sleep, until the sound stopped.

She felt a pair of hands always supporting her head, and then the sound of breathing got closer.

Opening her eyes, she was face to face with Blake Sinclair, very closely.

Her heart skipped, she kept a straight face, expressionless, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Blake Sinclair, caught red-handed, remained calm, rubbing her face lightly, "There’s some dust on your face."

Her hair was already dry. Holly gave him a warning glare, moved back with arms and legs, and put some distance between them.

She picked up her phone and looked at it, "Thirty seconds left."

Blake Sinclair finally stopped those little actions and looked at her seriously.

Holly quietly followed the countdown in her heart.

Twenty... Sixteen... Eleven...

But Blake Sinclair didn’t seem to want to say anything, annoyed her, and she frowned as if she was about to leave.

Blake Sinclair saw her stand up and finally spoke, "Holly, the things in the safe are yours."

Three, two, one, zero!

The countdown clock just rang.

Holly doubted she heard wrong.

She turned back, looking at him incredulously, "Have you eaten green beans recently?"

Blake Sinclair didn’t understand what she meant but answered truthfully, "No, what about green beans?"

Holly was speechless, "Then why are you spouting nonsense? The things in the safe are mine? You can make that up? Why don’t you say we met ten years ago?"

Blake Sinclair didn’t respond, he just looked at her quietly.

The air seemed to freeze.

Holly was convinced he was lying, but when she met his eyes, she suddenly found that her once firm heart was being melted by the tenderness in his eyes.

Feeling panicked under his gaze, she subconsciously wanted to turn and leave.

But after taking two steps, she stopped suddenly.

The expression he showed just now surfaced in front of her again.

She stomped her foot in frustration, turned around, pointed at his chest, and asked aggressively, "You explain clearly, what is going on!"

Blake Sinclair looked at her return with anger, but instead chuckled.

He grabbed her hand with a bit of triumphant pleasure, "Holly, the ten minutes are up."

Holly: "???"

What?

Teasing her?

Deliberately saying this at the last second to pique her curiosity, then playing hard to get?

OK, OK, OK.

Fine,fine,fine.

She withdrew her hand, picked up her phone, reluctantly set another ten-minute countdown, and sat back on the sofa.

Her eyes signaled him to begin.

But Blake Sinclair didn’t follow her cue, leisurely looking at her, "Holly, I’m a businessman."

"Hmm?"

She didn’t understand why he suddenly mentioned this.

"Remember the deal we made last time we went back to Port Kallow?"

Holly recalled some lingering intimate scenes, her cheeks slowly turning red.

She awkwardly coughed and insisted, "I forgot."

"No problem, we can make another deal."

Blake Sinclair moved forward, "We haven’t had a meal together in a long time, accompany me to dinner, and I’ll tell you everything."

"No." Holly quickly refused.

Blake Sinclair looked over.

She pursed her lips, explaining, "I have dinner plans with Aiden tonight."

Recently, Aiden Jenson sent her several boxes of grapes, and Director Lennon ordered her to invite him for a meal in return.

When Blake Sinclair heard the word "Aiden," his expression visibly darkened.

Once again, it was that Aiden Jenson disrupting their marital relationship.

At that moment, Holly’s phone rang, the caller was Aiden Jenson.

She was about to answer when she heard Blake Sinclair casually say, "We met ten years ago."

Holly was furious, ".....You... well done."

These words squeezed out from between her teeth.

She took a deep breath, suppressed her anger, and answered the call, "Hey, Aiden... I’m fine, I’m home now... mm..."

As she was talking, she saw Blake Sinclair move over and sit right next to her, casually scrolling through his phone.

In her peripheral view, she saw a photo from her freshman year of college.

She glared at him, accusing his despicable behavior.

"Aiden,"

She apologetically said, "Sorry, something came up last minute tonight.. Right.. I’ll schedule dinner with you another time.. Okay, I’ll text you later.. Goodbye."

As soon as she hung up, she lunged to grab the phone.

But Blake Sinclair, teasing like a cat, raised his arm, holding the phone higher than she could jump.

Angry, Holly turned to leave, but he pulled her hand from behind.

A gentle pull, and she was in his embrace.

Blake Sinclair wrapped his arms around her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder, "Holly, I need to explain for myself, that night, I didn’t go out to see Shannon."

Holly was tugging at his hand when she paused at his words.

Blake Sinclair switched to one arm, and with the other hand, he showed her the call log.

"That night, it was indeed Cole Tanner who called, but I also have to admit, my going out wasn’t because of company issues, but to prepare a surprise for the wedding for you."

As he spoke, he opened the photo album and showed several videos, all from the time he was entering and leaving the Sinclair Group.

He was escorted by Cole Tanner and a few foreigners into the elevator.

Those foreigners Holly recognized, they were indeed their wedding planners.

Blake Sinclair patiently explained, gently guiding her, "I don’t know what caused the misunderstanding, but I will certainly find out and give you an explanation."

Holly watched the video, wavering between doubt and belief.

"Holly, can you tell me, who told you I went out that night to see Shannon? And who informed you of my safe’s combination?"

Holly softened a bit but remained cautious, "Why? Planning to settle scores later? Or destroy evidence?"

"I had no such intention." Blake Sinclair immediately denied.

"That safe is indeed important to me, but you are the most important person. If one day you open that safe, I hope you would ask me for the combination yourself, rather than being misled maliciously."

He spoke slowly, earnestly, seeming to offer not just a combination, but a cherished past.

Seeing how serious he was and recalling what he mentioned earlier about ten years ago, Holly’s curiosity was completely piqued.

She hesitated, opened her phone email to show him, "Shannon emailed me, told me."