Chapter 320
Sheena was incredibly patient, smiling affectionately at Elijah. “Alright, it’s not convenient here. Let’s go back to satisfy your desires.”
Then, she gently patted Elijah’s muscular waist, signalling him to get up. Later, she loosened the belt that bound his wrists and handed it back to him.
“Get dressed.”
Elijah’s wrists were marked red by the belt like a trophy flaunted in front of Nathaniel. It was a sore sight for Nathaniel, hurting him deeply.
Once dressed, Sheena took Elijah’s hand and tenderly said, “Let’s go home.
From start to finish, Sheena did not spare another glance at Nathaniel. Hand in hand, they left Eros Bar, and only when they were in the car heading back to Ocean Avenue did Sheena coldly retract her hand.
It was exhausting to put on an act, and she closed her eyes to rest, returning to her former cold demeanor.
The abrupt change left Elijah somewhat disoriented. Just moments ago, he had heard Sheena say the most beautiful words in the private room. She chose him over Nathaniel, saying Nathaniel was good–looking, but he was handsome, and she preferred his face.
Elijah’s ears were still red when he tentatively reached out, wanting to clarify if there was any sincerity in those two sentences.
“Sheena…”
Before his hand could touch her sleeve, Sheena frowned in disgust, instinctively moving her arm an inch away, and her face displayed extreme indifference. She had the patience to explain to Nathaniel, but she could not be bothered to say more than a word to him.
This indifference served as a constant reminder that it was all an act, everything was fake, and he should not fool himself.
Sheena treated him as a mere pawn, a tool to be discarded once used.
Elijah suppressed the dull pain in his chest, silently following her as they got out of the car. As they approached the mansion’s entrance, Sheena stopped and turned around.
“Don’t think your skipping work today to see Nathaniel is the end of it. Clean up the yard. You can only sleep when you’re done.”
With that, she walked into the mansion, slamming the door shut with a resounding thud, echoing the emotional barrier between the two.
It felt like an unconquerable distance.
Suddenly, Nathaniel’s words from earlier replayed in Elijah’s mind.
“To her, you’re just a pet–rewarded for obedience and punished for disobedience. She stopped loving you a long time ago.”
Elijah’s heart ached, a sensation akin to suffocation. It was the feeling of waking up from a
dream, a heart–wrenching realization.
The flicker of hope that had ignited was ruthlessly destroyed, pain and disappointment. heavier and more heart wrenching than having no hope at all. It pressed down on him so intensely that Elijah struggled to catch his breath.
Clutching his chest, Elijah leaned against the wall, attempting to ease the intense heartache.. Images of Sheena’s extreme tenderness at Eros Bar flashed before his eyes. Despite knowing it was just an act, he could not resist being drawn into it.
He had lost…
“Why aren’t you moving yet?” A cold, questioning voice sounded from behind. Sheena had opened the door and was standing there, observing him.
Elijah sniffled, turned to face her, and spoke in a muted tone, “I’ll clean it up right away.”
Sensing something was off, Sheena approached him, lifting his lowered chin. The mansion’s entrance lights fully exposed his face to her. His eyes were tinged with red, and his long, curled lashes trembled slightly with small droplets clinging to them.
The sadness in his eyes was impossible to conceal.
Sheena could not help but scoff lightly.
Did he just cry?
