Chapter 382
“Mm,” Sheena grunted flatly, showing little emotion.
It was just a two–day trip, not an eternal parting. Why was Elijah making it seem so sentimental and being so clingy?
Nonetheless, Sheena did not mock Elijah with any words. After loosening herself from his embrace, she opened the car door and entered.
As the car started moving, Elijah stood still, staring in the direction of the departing car.
Ian stood beside him, watching Elijah’s focused expression. Then, he reminded Elijah, “Mr. Freeman, Ms. Sheena has left. It’s approaching winter, and it’s cold outside. Considering your wounds, you should head inside.”
Elijah stayed silent, not moving an inch.
After a few attempts to persuade him, Ian went inside alone.
At the airport, Sheena met Howard and quickly boarded the plane. Howard handed her a small blanket, which she accepted without protest, her on the view outside the plane window.
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For some reason, Sheena felt uneasy the moment she boarded, her eyelids twitching.
Howard noticed her discomfort and handed her a calming medicine. “Perhaps it’s been a while since you returned to Svelton. You’re coming back without telling anyone this time, so it can’t be helped that you feel troubled somehow.”
Sheena could not quite figure out why she felt uneasy and simply replied, “Maybe.
Farlem was a considerable distance from Svelton, and it was already evening by the time they landed.
Sheena arranged for Gabrielle to be sent back to the Nicholls family first and then stayed at Howard’s mansion in Svelton since it was close to Barrett’s residence, La’Portella Manor.
She held a meeting with Howard, Ford, and others, planning for the next day, and the discussion went on for several hours. Once everything was settled, she rubbed her shoulders.
Now, all that was left was to wait for tomorrow!
After freshening up, Sheena returned to her room to sleep. Perhaps the journey had exhausted her, and she fell asleep within minutes. However, her sleep was restless. She had a strange dream where the fire raged around her with the sound of buildings crackling in the intense heat.
A tall man was standing amidst the flames, his body covered in blood and scars, yet he maintained a dignified and unmatched aura. Although the man had his back turned to her, his silhouette seemed oddly familiar.
It was not until he turned around, staggering, that the flame revealed his striking face.
Elijah?
His face was covered in blood, and it continued to trickle from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were filled with sorrow and pain, and the blood on his body suggested a recent and grueling battle. Soon, he collapsed weakly to the ground.
“Sheena, Sheena…”
Sheena woke up abruptly from a deep sleep, realizing it was just a nightmare. Checking her phone, she realized it was only 2 a.m.
She sat dazed on the bed, still recalling the vivid scenes from her dream.
Elijah’s eyes were full of despair and unwillingness, repeatedly calling her name…
Why did it feel so real?
Unable to calm her restless thoughts, Sheena decided to call Elijah. The phone rang, but there was no answer.
Why was he not picking up her call?
Growing more anxious, Sheena redialed. On the fourth attempt, the call finally connected. On the other end, she heard the familiar and deep voice of the man.
“What’s wrong?”
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