Chapter 422
Elliot’s spine stiffened, and he dared not move.
He could not fathom what surprising act Sheena might perform next!
Would it be a slap to his face or a kick to his waist?
Under his skeptical gaze, Sheena gently embraced his firm waist. Her gaze shifted downward, and she unexpectedly noticed the bloodstain near the collar of his shirt.
Her eyes gradually filled with concern, asking, “Why do you always get hurt in my dreams? Who dares to harm you? I’ll make sure to get rid of them!”
The tender gaze in Sheena’s eyes instantly cased Elliot’s recent grievances. Even though he realized she might be mistaking him for someone else, he softly reassured her, “I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt.”
However, Sheena’s lips curved downwards, obviously upset. “But I feel hurt.”
With these words, she leaned in and gently kissed the shallow wound on his clavicle, akin to a little cat comforting an injured companion.
In stark contrast to her recent violent outburst, this moment was incredibly tender.
“Sheena…” Elliot stared at her actions in shock.
Her soft lips on his collarbone felt like honey, sweetening his entire heart, and he held her waist tightly, unwilling to let go.
A mixture of emotions–moved, satisfied, pleasantly surprised, yet afraid of losing it all again- wrapped around him. For a moment, he wished time would freeze.
More selfishly, he hoped Sheena’s affection would forever belong to him alone.
“Do you like it?” Elliot tousled her hair and smiled.
“I really like it.” Sheena nestled into his embrace, resting her head on the other side of his collarbone, delicately smelling the familiar tobacco scent on him.
“Then you have to come into my dreams every day. I want to hug you, kiss you, and sleep with you….
Her voice gradually faded as she spoke.
Elliot glanced down and found his little cat had fallen back asleep.
However, this time was different–she slept especially soundly in his arms and did not wake up again. Elliot maintained this position without moving for several hours, and eventually, his lower back and neck began to ache.
Wanting to place her head back on the pillow gently, he attempted to move, but the person in his arms immediately frowned, silently protesting. Unable to do otherwise, Elliot endured the bodily discomfort and carefully tucked her in.
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He let her nestle in his embrace and sleep through the entire night.
At around 6 a.m., Elliot leaned against Sheena’s head, just starting to open his eyes when he heard the faint sound of a bird chirping outside the door.
Recognizing it was Lionel, he instantly became alert.
Elliot glanced at the person in his arms, peacefully asleep. Even so, he had to lay her back on the bed carefully.
Fortunately, Sheena was deeply asleep by now and did not react much.
Moving with utmost care, Elliot got up, put on his suit, and stepped out.
Lionel was waiting just outside the door, and as Elliot emerged, he keenly noticed the bloodstain on
his shirt collar.
“Mr. Jenkins, how did you get injured? Did you two fight last night?”
There was no fight. It was more like he got beaten up.
However, Elliot had forgotten about this incident until Lionel brought it up. The wound was no longer painful, but he vividly remembered the soft touch of Sheena’s lips on the injury.
His ears turned slightly red, and he felt content about last night’s events.
Well, except for his sore lower back. He rubbed his lower back and stiff neck, wearing a tired expression from a night with little rest.
“Let’s go. She should be waking up soon,” Elliot said as he supported his lower back.
Observing Elliot’s movements, Lionel understood the situation and exclaimed excitedly, “Mr. Jenkins, you’re making progress already! It must’ve been quite a night, right?”
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