I Became His Sweetheart

Sheena was originally furious, but his quick response almost made her laugh. Seeing his proud expression, as if saying even though he was kneeling, he was not afraid of her, she snorted and scolded, “What are you staring at? Apply the medicine!”

Elijah quickly opened the first aid kit and earnestly treated the wound on her palm. The cut was not deep, but it almost spanned the entire palm. As a result, her originally fair and delicate hand looked somewhat gruesome due to the wound.

Elijah’s heart suddenly ached, and his movements became even gentler and more cautious.

With a cold gaze, Sheena watched the man kneeling obediently by her feet. She asked, “You know well that you can’t kill me, so why act foolishly?

Elijah kept his head low, staying quiet. “Is it to vent for Erin, or do you genuinely believe Wilfred’s words, thinking | killed Old Man Freeman?” Elijah still remained silent, focused on applying the medicine.

Sheena observed him, and for once, she logically analyzed the situation. “It can’t be because of Old Man Freeman. He was already suffering from cancer before his death, and | had no reason to waste effort on someone who was about to die. You know that. So, is it for Erin?”

Even so, Elijah still did not answer her.

Using her uninjured left hand, she lifted Elijah’s chin, forcing him to look into her eyes. “You should understand my personality. Erin might be pleased I’m hurt, but you'll pay the price. Is it worth it?”

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Elijah’s eyes somewhat reddened, and he finally uttered, “It’s not worth it. | regret it. Sheena lowered her head, locking eyes with him. She keenly noticed the reddened rims of hisCòntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

eyes. Was it genuine remorse for seeing her injured, or was he acting?

She narrowed her eyes and noticed the swollen right side of his face. “Not bad. Now you have symmetrical slaps on both sides of your face.”

After a while, Sheena continued, “Do you remember not long ago when you cornered me in the women’s restroom? | said that one day, | would make you kneel at my feet and pay the price. | never thought that day would come so soon.”

Elijah listened to her mocking tone and felt uncomfortable. He forcefully freed his chin from her grip, lowered his head, and continued applying the medicine. His movements were orderly, causing her no pain, and he skillfully wrapped the bandage.

Observing his expertise, Sheena asked curiously, “As the prestigious heir of the Freeman family, haven't you been pampered since you were young? Faye must be heartbroken over the slightest scrape or bruise, so why are you so adept at dressing wounds?”

Elijah was stunned but quickly recovered and explained calmly, “Because | was a naughty child and always getting injured. | learned it over time.”

Sheena knew he was not telling the truth but did not bother probing further

The room fell silent fora moment, enveloped in an oddly quiet atmosphere,

After finishing the bandaging, Elijah did not stand up,

Sheena glanced at him coldly and then looked at the bloodstains on the bed, “Wash the entire set of bedding by hand tonight. Do it in the backyard, and don’t sleep until it’s done.”

“Alright,” Elijah responded promptly. He kept his eyes lowered, appearing wavsually obedient. However, Sheena could not shake off her annoyance when she thought about his audacious act of sneaking into her room with a knife tonight.

This man was too good at acting!

Whenever he pretended to be well-behaved, it felt like he was concealing some mischief

Sheena found it annoying and insisted on slowly wearing down all his dignity and arrogance.

“My sleep is completely ruined!” She remarked and headed toward the door.

Elijah grabbed her wrist and asked, “Where are you going?”

With an indifferent tone, she said, “Spending a few nights at Mr. Lawson’s place.” “No, you can’t!”