Chapter 322
Elijah quickly grabbed a trench coat from the rack by the door and helped Sheena put it on, saying, “The weather is getting colder, and you should try your best to stay warm even indoors. With your figure, you’d look equally good even with an extra layer.”
Sheena did not refuse and observed him.
Elijah was earnestly helping her into the coat. Even though he seemed unaffected, Sheena could tell he was sick as his handsome face appeared somewhat pale, and his thin lips lacked color.
“If you’re unwell, take a day off. No need to push yourself to go to the Freeman Group,” Sheena said.
Elijah was caught off guard by her words, but he quickly responded, “Alright.”
Once the coat was on, Elijah pulled out her chair, and Sheena walked over to sit down, silently eating her breakfast. As she was halfway through her meal, the outside of the mansion became lively with the laughter of a few bodyguards.
Ford and Paul, recovering from their wounds, had just been discharged from the hospital. Ian, the newcomer, still had some bruises on his face but was healing.
Sheena welcomed them inside, and the three men stood in the living room. All of them were of similar height with muscular builds, but only Ian was slightly tanner than the rest.
While enjoying her breakfast, Sheena expressed her satisfaction, “Very good. Everyone is back, and it’ll be livelier from now on.”
Elijah silently stood on the side, his gaze assessing each bodyguard, finally resting on Ian’s face. He frowned and asked, “Who are you?”
Ian lowered his head and calmly replied, “Mr. Freeman, I’m Ian, Ms. Sheena’s new bodyguard.”
Elijah recalled the incident on the Clear Crane Bridge and thought Ian’s face seemed familiar, scrutinizing him with caution.
After finishing her meal, Sheena elegantly wiped her mouth with a napkin and casually outlined the day’s plan, saying, “Paul and Ian, you’ll accompany me to the company. The rest of you stay behind to guard the mansion.”
They all responded in unison, “Yes, Miss.”
Sheena went to the Freeman Group, while Elijah, although granted a day off, remained busy with household chores. Despite taking medication for his cold, he worked tirelessly until mid- afternoon when he suddenly heard two crisp bird calls with a special code.
It was Lionel again.
Elijah went to the living room and, upon opening the door, witnessed Lionel striding confidently from the garden, followed by Lance, who had just arrived from Svelton.
Elijah looked at Lionel helplessly, wondering why Lionel treated Ocean Avenue like his own home, with free access in and out.
Moreover, how did the Lawson family’s bodyguards become so close to him so quickly?
As he pondered, Lionel chuckled and approached him. However, noticing Elijah’s pale complexion, Lionel’s expression instantly turned serious.
“Mr. Freeman, it’s only been a few days. Why do you look so frail and unwell? Your body seems quite weak.”
Elijah was annoyed. “I’m perfectly fine.”
Realizing he had misspoke, Lionel quickly smacked his mouth and smiled apologetically. “I brought Lance over. Mr. Freeman, you can chat with him. I’ll handle the Lawson family’s bodyguards, ensuring they won’t eavesdrop.”
Elijah shot him a warning glare.
Lionel understood and immediately raised his right hand halfway. “I promise not to get physical. We’ll talk peacefully.”
Then, Elijah led Lance to his room. After closing the windows, he sat on the small sofa beside the bed, exuding an icy demeanor.
Standing properly before him, Lance, sensing the seriousness, asked, “Mr. Freeman, is there something urgent that requires me to go on a mission?”
Elijah lightly fiddled with his watch, unsure how and where to start.
Lance could not help but become cautious.
Elijah finally asked, “How did you… manage to win over your fiancee?”
“Huh?” Lance was surprised.
What kind of question was that?
