NovelEnglishChapter 375
“Don’t touch it. It’s dirty,” Elijah warned as he locked eyes with Sheena.
Sheena met his gaze and said rationally, “This blood is fresh, indicating something happened here just now. Didn’t you and Lionel see anything when you rushed over?”
Elijah remained silent, glancing at Lionel.
Lionel understood and explained, “I arrived first. When I entered, I caught
someone trying to escape through the window, so I used a small knife to injure him. This should be the blood left by that person.”
“And where is this person? With your skills, how did he manage to escape from you?” Sheena asked.
Lionel hesitated for a moment, feigning embarrassment as he scratched his head. “I’m sorry. I slipped up. He had an accomplice, so I didn’t pursue him.”
Fine.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSince the person was not caught, there was little else to ask.
Sheena glanced at Elijah again, noting that he seemed okay apart from his pale face and slightly colorless lips.
Was it really just a cold?
“Alright. Let’s go back to Ocean Avenue,” Sheena said, turning to leave.
Elijah followed behind her. With every step, the wounds on his lower back were pulled, causing him pain. He felt weak, almost tip–toeing with each movement. Lionel quickly stepped forward to support Elijah’s arm.
When she heard a noise behind her, Sheena stopped, turned around, and asked, ” What’s wrong?”
Elijah took a breath and maintained his composure. “It’s nothing. He slipped a bit.”
Lionel chimed in, “Yeah, I slipped. Luckily, I reacted quickly and grabbed Mr. Freeman’s arm in tto preventfrom falling!”
Sheena did not dwell on that minor incident. She continued walking out of the abandoned factory, and Elijah asked Lionel to drive his car back while he joined. Sheena in her car.
During the journey, Elijah sat upright, his suit impeccably neat, and he avoided
leaning against the car seat to prevent contact with his injured back.
Sheena noticed and, recalling the burns on his back, ignored it. She casually asked, “How was it with Nathaniel today? Did he reveal anything?”
Elijah cleared his throat, hesitated briefly, and replied, “Not yet, but don’t worry. He’ll spill everything tomorrow.”
“Okay.”
Silence filled the car until they arrived at Ocean Avenue, and they entered the living room together. While Sheena leisurely changed her shoes, Elijah, who had already changed, started climbing the stairs.
After ascending a few steps, he stopped and turned back, asking, “Sheena, are you hungry tonight? I’m a bit tired and thinking of taking a nap for half an hour before making dinner.”
Sheena felt a bit odd but did not refuse. “I’m not very hungry. We can eat later.”
“Then I’ll go up first.”
Sheena remained silent, her gaze following his figure disappearing around the corner of the second floor. For sreason, she had a strange feeling.
Throughout the journey back home, she felt as if he was enduring horrible pain.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWas the burn on his back getting worse again?
Following him up to the second floor, Sheena noticed Elijah’s door was not locked. She gently pushed it open slightly and saw him peacefully lying in bed, seemingly asleep. However, Sheena observed that he was lying face down and had not even removed his suit jacket.
Pushing the door open and entering, Sheena sat at the edge of his bed, touching his forehead with her icy fingers.
Feeling her cool touch, Elijah’s eyelashes trembled. “I don’t have a fever. I’m just tired. I’ll be fine after a nap.”
Indeed, he was just a bit warm, probably not running a fever. Perhaps she was overthinking it.
“Alright. Rest well.”
Sheena withdrew her hand, preparing to get up when a strong force suddenly pulled her tightly. As she reacted, she found Elijah’s arm wrapped around her waist, his head nestled in her embrace, his upper body leaning on her thighs.
At first, she was stunned, not expecting him to be so bold this time.
“Let go!”
Instead of loosening his grip, Elijah’s hand around her waist tightened, and he unabashedly snuggled closer. “Just lethold you, just for a little while.”
Sheena hesitated for a moment, suddenly recalling her decision last night to completely sever her lingering feelings for him, and her expression turned ice- cold. Then, she reached out, forcefully trying to pry open his arm.
“Let go! Have you forgotten your position? In this mansion, I’m the master, and you’re the servant!”
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