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Chapter 143: Chapter 146: Stay Away From My Wife

Felix Preston looked up, his gaze holding a hint of a smile as he watched Renee Sinclair. He asked again, "Miss Sinclair, why should I believe you?"

Renee Sinclair’s face paled. Her hand, frozen in mid-air, suddenly dropped, lifeless.

The question Felix Preston asked so casually was like a gust of icy wind laced with thorns. As it blew against her, the thorns mercilessly tore one bloody hole after another into her.

It was a pain that pierced her to the marrow, yet she couldn’t even let out a wail.

This was the first time in her life she had so shamelessly and undignifiedly tried to curry favor with a man, but all he gave her in return was rejection and cold indifference.

She parted her lips, wanting to say something in her own defense, but her throat felt as if it were stuffed with cotton, choking her so much she couldn’t make a sound.

’I just want to complete the mission and save my life. Why does it have to be this agonizing?’

She didn’t understand, but in the next second, Felix Preston gave her the answer.

"Miss Sinclair, to achieve your own goals, how many times have you hurt my wife? How many times have you tried to force my hand? Do you even remember?"

"I..." All the grievances welling up inside Renee Sinclair were instantly choked back. She stood there stunned, mouth agape, unable to form a single complete sentence.

Felix Preston raised a hand to caress Sonia Quincy’s cheek, his eyes overflowing with tenderness.

"My Sonia has never done anything to provoke you, yet you’ve relentlessly caused her pain. Now you suddenly say you want to introduce a 3D modeler to me? Why on earth would I believe your intentions are pure?"

"..." Renee Sinclair opened her mouth again, but it was useless. She was completely unable to explain herself.

Felix Preston didn’t look at her again, his gaze fixed solely on Sonia Quincy.

"You should go. I don’t need any of your help, and I certainly won’t trust any goodwill you offer."

The disgust Felix Preston showed was becoming more and more palpable. No matter how unwilling she was, Renee Sinclair knew she had to leave. Otherwise, her favorability score would only continue to plummet.

"Goodbye." She listlessly bid farewell to the two people in the hospital room, then turned and left in silence.

Sonia Quincy watched her desolate figure retreat, scratching her hair in exasperation.

’I’ve made her do so much, and she hasn’t even earned a single favorability point. This whole situation is so awkward, I’m actually starting to feel embarrassed.’

"Sonia." The hand Felix Preston held against her cheek tightened slightly, firmly turning her head to face him and forcing her to meet his gaze.

"Don’t look at her. Look at me."

Sonia Quincy looked at him earnestly. "Mm, I’m looking."

Amused by her earnest, slightly dopey expression, Felix Preston couldn’t help but lean in and place a kiss on the small mole at the tip of her nose.

"Stay away from her from now on. She’s not the Renee Sinclair I used to know anymore."

"Hmm..." Sonia bit her lip. After a moment’s hesitation, she couldn’t help but ask tentatively, "Is it because Renee Sinclair has changed that you’re so hostile and harsh toward her?"

"No." Felix Preston adjusted his glasses, then cupped Sonia Quincy’s face in both hands, his loving gaze drifting over her features.

"I’m harsh with her not because she’s changed, but because she keeps hurting you. I refuse to let anyone who has hurt you stay by your side. I won’t allow it, even if she genuinely wants to help me."

Felix Preston was a very earnest person.

He would answer Sonia Quincy’s questions seriously, carefully soothe her anxieties, and openly express his love and care for her.

While many people found his earnestness to be a bit rigid at times, that was precisely the quality Sonia Quincy adored.

Ultimate sincerity is what truly touches the heart, and every action Felix Preston took out of love made Sonia Quincy’s heart race.

Sonia Quincy stared at him, dazed, and unconsciously murmured his name.

"Felix Preston..."

Felix Preston smiled and replied, "I’m here."

Sonia Quincy blinked, then said, "I’m here, too."

Felix Preston: "...Okay."

...

Renee Sinclair had once again returned empty-handed, but unlike the last time, she didn’t immediately message Sonia Quincy on WeChat to complain.

Sonia Quincy’s WeChat remained quiet. She hadn’t received a single message from Renee Sinclair.

The more Sonia Quincy thought about it, the guiltier she felt for making Renee do so much. She had lunch with Felix Preston, coaxed him into turning off his computer for an afternoon nap, and then took the opportunity to send Renee Sinclair a message.

—Renee Sinclair, I have another idea.

Renee Sinclair replied several minutes later.

—If it involves me putting on another act to get into the hospital room, then just forget it.

Sonia Quincy: It’s not. My plan is for you to still introduce the 3D modeler to Felix Preston’s studio, but don’t rush to let him know about it. Once the modeler has helped Felix improve the game, I’ll find a chance to "accidentally" reveal your good deed. That way, he won’t be so hostile.

Renee Sinclair: Okay.

Sonia Quincy: As for the rest, I’ll figure something else out.

Renee Sinclair: Alright.

Renee Sinclair was exceptionally agreeable today. She simply replied "Okay" or "Alright" to everything Sonia Quincy suggested, without a single complaint or hint of dissatisfaction.

But Sonia Quincy knew this reaction was only because she had been deeply hurt by Felix Preston.

Although Felix Preston hadn’t done anything wrong, Sonia Quincy, as the one who initiated their deal, felt she had to check in on Renee Sinclair anyway.

—Renee Sinclair, has your favorability score changed at all?

Sonia Quincy asked cautiously.

Renee Sinclair: No change. It’s the same as before.

Sonia Quincy’s guilt deepened.

—Sorry, it seems like I haven’t been much help to you at all.

Renee Sinclair: It’s not your fault. Felix Preston is just too hostile toward me. Anyway, let’s just go with your plan for now. After all, you’re the only one who can help me.

Sonia Quincy: Mm-hm.

After sending that polite affirmation, Sonia Quincy exited WeChat and went back to sharing gossip on Spudster and a certain app.

She had been so busy lately that she hadn’t even had time to post new content. She’d finally managed to make an update two days ago, but had left a gossip story half-finished in the comments, abandoning it like a bad cliffhanger.

The demands from fans and followers for more content were too numerous to count. She felt terrible about it, so she quickly popped online to post a brief follow-up.

Thanks to Julia Dawson, even though she hadn’t posted much content lately, her follower count had increased rather than dropped. In just a few months, her combined followers across both platforms were approaching 600,000.

A following of that size wasn’t huge, but for Sonia Quincy, it was more than enough to start monetizing.

It was just that she currently had a huge backlog of work, with several gigs breathing down her neck, so she hadn’t had time to think about monetization.

’I’ll just have to wait until I have less work on my plate and figure it out then.’

After posting the rest of the abandoned gossip story, Sonia Quincy briefly organized the information Martin Thornton had provided her with that day.

Then, after some thought, she brazenly opened up her chat with Renee Sinclair on WeChat again.

This time, however, it was as if Renee Sinclair had guessed what she wanted. Before Sonia could even type out her message, Renee took the initiative.

—Is there anything you need my help with?

Sonia Quincy replied instantly: Yes! Help me find Ethan Lockwood’s recent schedule!