CHAPTER 73: CHAPTER 73: IS HE HANDSOME? OR IS YOUR HUSBAND HANDSOMER?

Return to the Sinclair Manor?

This suddenly?

After hanging up the phone, Holly Crowe muttered a few words, greeted Celia Stiles, and headed out.

Not far from the shop, under a tree, a black Maybach was parked quietly. Holly Crowe unconsciously quickened her pace.

Just past the corner, she saw Blake Sinclair standing there, seemingly talking to someone.

As she got closer, she noticed there was another man standing opposite him.

The man was tall, about the same height as Blake Sinclair.

He had a neat buzz cut and was dressed in a basic black short-sleeved shirt paired with brown cargo pants, sporting military boots, giving off a tough and sharp aura.

He held a cigarette between his fingers, the smoke swirling around him, adding an air of mystery that warned others to keep their distance.

Blake Sinclair had his back to her, but it was the man who noticed her first. His gaze paused on her face for half a second, an expression of cautious scrutiny.

Holly Crowe instinctively slowed her steps.

Perhaps sensing a change in the man’s gaze, Blake Sinclair turned around.

In that split second, Holly Crowe clearly observed the shadow in his eyes that had yet to disperse. But upon seeing her, it was quickly replaced by warmth, making her almost think it was an illusion.

He naturally extended his hand toward her, leading her to the man, "Beldon’s Police Captain, Ulysses Grant."

Then he turned to Ulysses Grant, "My wife, Holly Crowe."

Police Captain?

Holly Crowe subconsciously straightened her back, filled with respect.

A natural sense of awe for the profession arose, and she promptly greeted him politely: "Hello, Officer Grant, I’m Holly Crowe."

Ulysses Grant’s gaze shifted between their clasped hands, a teasing smile on his lips, his voice slightly hoarse: "Just call me Ulysses, I’ve heard so much about you."

Holly Crowe was baffled; she had never met this Police Captain before, where did "heard so much" come from?

She glanced at Blake Sinclair, but he acted as if he hadn’t heard, simply rubbing the back of her hand lightly.

Ulysses Grant extinguished the cigarette, glanced at his watch: "I’ll head off first, got things to handle at the station, we’ll gather another time."

He nodded at Holly Crowe, turned, and left with long strides.

Holly Crowe watched his decisive figure for a moment.

But it was purely out of respect for the profession, nothing more.

Yet she didn’t expect that in Blake Sinclair’s eyes, her action had a completely different interpretation.

Blake Sinclair, watching Holly Crowe’s "reluctant" gaze, felt as if there wasn’t blood flowing in his body, but vinegar! Even the air he breathed felt sour.

"Officer Grant’s quite impressive."

Holly Crowe remarked, the profession of a police officer naturally carried a holy glow of admiration; her words had nothing but admiration and not a hint of any other meaning.

"You think he’s handsome?" Blake Sinclair’s voice revealed no emotion.

Holly Crowe nodded honestly.

This type of sunny, rugged man, coupled with an aura of justice, was indeed quite unique.

But from the side came a cold snort devoid of warmth.

"Hmph."

Holly Crowe was baffled: "What’s the matter?"

She felt the grip on her hand tighten.

Blake Sinclair looked deeply: "Am I not as handsome as him?"

Holly Crowe: "....."

Seriously? Even this warranted jealousy?

But she was swayed by the question, actually starting to think about it.

Blake Sinclair was the kind of aristocratic, restrained gentleman, the kind of handsome that used tenderness to slowly conquer your heart, leading one into an indulgence.

Whereas Ulysses Grant was a completely different route, rugged and wild, purely handsome, full of raw power, the kind of handsome that could punch open and storm through the door, like a home invasion...

But...

Holly Crowe sneaked a glance at the stern-faced man next to her, her heart slightly leaning towards Blake Sinclair, but when the words reached her lips, they turned into, "What’s there to compare, they’re not even the same type...."

Blake Sinclair had initially asked casually, but seeing her actually start comparing seriously, his face grew somber again.

In her mind, did he really need to be "compared" to others?

Blake Sinclair extended his arm, pulling her into his embrace, their foreheads and almost their noses touching.

His gaze locked onto Holly Crowe, "Didn’t see clearly just now? How about now?"

At such a close distance, Holly Crowe had nowhere to escape.

Her breathing was erratic, looking at the kiss about to fall, Holly Crowe, without any resistance, caved in, "You’re handsome! My husband’s the handsomest!"

Blake Sinclair was amused by her response, nodding in satisfaction.

He gently pecked her lips, then slowly released her, taking her hand and leading her to the car.

After getting in, Holly Crowe’s face was still flushed.

Blake Sinclair suddenly said, "No matter how handsome Ulysses Grant is, Mrs. Sinclair has no chance."

Holly Crowe was puzzled: "Huh? What chance?"

"Ulysses is soon to be engaged to Clara Yates, he came just now to discuss the matter." He spoke calmly.

Holly Crowe’s eyes widened in surprise.

Clara Yates..... The genteel beauty in a qipao from Veridia Hall.

"A rugged police captain and a qipao beauty?" The image of the two stood in her mind, "This pairing... matches well!"

She couldn’t help but utter her thoughts.

Upon hearing her, Blake Sinclair turned to glance at her, subtly raising an eyebrow, his tone playful: "Looks like Laurel needs to properly reintroduce you to Clara Yates."

Holly Crowe: "....."

She didn’t understand the deeper meaning until the car drove through the gates of Sinclair Manor.

Upon entering, she saw two people reclining on the living room sofa.

Laurel Sinclair still looked as lazy as ever, but the person next to her.... Holly Crowe almost dropped her jaw in shock.

The envisioned qipao beauty was now wearing a black camisole and denim shorts, her makeup exquisite and vibrant, lips bold, casually crossing her legs and browsing on her phone.

Hearing the commotion, Clara Yates looked up, paused upon seeing Holly Crowe, and lazily waved a greeting.

She glanced at her phone and sighed in frustration, a look of utter despair, "I’m leaving, leaving, so annoying."

Laurel Sinclair was unfazed, shrugged at Holly Crowe: "Don’t mind her, about to enter the grave of marriage, anxiety is normal. She’s been like this every day lately."

Holly Crowe: "...."

So the genteel beauty was just a façade? Such a huge contrast.

She was about to ask further when a small figure suddenly dashed over, hugging her leg: "Crowe! You finally came!"

It was Shirley Sinclair.

The little girl’s eyes were bright, pulling her towards the back garden: "I’ll take you to catch little fish!"

"Wait."

Blake Sinclair suddenly spoke, looked down scrutinizingly at Shirley Sinclair.

"What did you just call her?"

The little Shirley stiffened, looking at her uncle’s darkening face, wisely changed her address with a sweet face: "Auntie! Shirley will take Auntie to play!"

Holly Crowe accompanied her to the pond in the back garden to catch little fishes, watching the little girl run around excitedly, her collar askew. She reached out to fix it for her.

Her fingers accidentally touched something warm and smooth, looking down, it was a Mutton Fat Jade Button, strung on a red cord around Shirley Sinclair’s neck.

This Mutton Fat Jade Button was exquisite and warm, exuding a soft glow under the sunlight, clearly invaluable.

Holly Crowe caressed the Mutton Fat Jade Button, feeling a peculiar ache in her heart.

Little Shirley noticed Holly Crowe’s gaze, proudly puffing out her chest, "Auntie, isn’t it beautiful?"

Her little fingers fiddled with the Jade Button, showing it off, "This was given to me by Mom! Mom said it was bought for her and Uncle by Grandfather and Grandmother back in the day, said it can only be given to the most beloved person in the world."

She tilted her little face, eyes forming crescents: "Mom loves Shirley the most! So, she gave it to me, hee hee hee!"

"Only given to.... the most beloved?" Holly Crowe repeated softly, fingers pausing mid-air, as something nudged her heart gently.

The most beloved....

Did Blake Sinclair have a Mutton Fat Jade Button as well?

If he did, who would he give it to?