Chapter 579
After a while, Sheena shook her sore wrists. She never expected that taking a bath could be so
exhausting.
Her entire body was soaked. Not only did she need to wash Elliot, but herself too!
Suppressing her frustration, she helped Elliot out of the bathtub. After drying him off, she set him onto
the dry tiles and tossed his robe into his face.
“Put it on yourself!”
Elliot remained motionless, letting the robe slip off his face and fall to the floor.
“My arms are weak, and my hands hurt,” he complained, unable to dress himself.
Sheena glared at his delicate appearance, gritted her teeth, and felt her anger escalating,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWho was pushing whose buttons now?
Faced with his continuous display of misery and attempts to test her limits, she gave him a fierce look.
“You have one minute. Pick it up and put it on immediately. After that, get a clean robe for me. If you
dare to exceed the allocated time, I’ll make you recall the taste of our last rule–setting session! Also, I’ll
permanently cancel the nighttime medicine service!”
Elliot became nervous. Suddenly, his knees felt painful, and his hands hurt even more.
Moreover, she was canceling the medicine service?
No, that was unacceptable!
Sheena continued to rub her body, heartlessly counting down, “You have fifty–eight seconds left!”
He shuddered, quickly bent down to pick up the robe, expertly fastened it, opened the door, put on his
slippers, and sprinted to the adjacent wardrobe.
In no time, he grabbed a clean women’s robe.
“Ten, nine, eight…
Sheena’s countdown echoed in the bathroom, sounding like an emotionless timekeeping machine. As
she reached the last second, Elliot precisely hung the robe on the bathroom rack.
Sheena glanced at him mockingly. “Well, it seems you have quite a lot of potential when push comes.
to shove!”
Elliot remained silent.
That night, all his little schemes had been unraveled by Sheena!
Nothing had worked out!
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Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe felt extremely annoyed and slammed the bathroom door shut as if venting all his frustration onto
the door.
Sheena gazed at the immature man sulking behind the door, chuckled, and sighed with a helpless look
in her eyes.
Winter arrived two days later.
Svelton was covered in dark clouds, and the air was misty. Soon enough, rain began to fall.
The cold wind, mixed with drizzle, brought the temperature down by dozens of degrees.
Walking on the streets, one could feel the shivers of the freezing weather.
The massive iron gate of the high–security prison slowly creaked open, emitting a dull