Chapter 499
Phoebe bowed twice, then returned to the bed, appearing eager to speak.
“I’m sorry! I’ve slept on all your sheets and covers. You probably don’t like that, right?”
Howard understood her concern and got ready to get up from the bed.
“I’m really sorry for bothering you…”
Phoebe continued her apologies while swiftly collecting the bedding. Bowing once more, she exited
the room.
Looking at the suddenly emptied bed, Howard chuckled in resignation, pulling out a spare blanket from the cabinet to make the bed himself.
In just a few minutes, Phoebe managed to apologize fifteen times and bowed twelve times!
Why did she seem oddly cute?
The next morning, soft sunlight shone through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the minimalist- style king–size bed in the bedroom.
When Elliot woke up, Sheena was already awake, leaning against the bedside and engrossed in her
phone.
Curious, he asked, “Playing with your phone so early? Have you developed a new hobby?”
“No, but I’m buying something for you.”
Was Sheena buying him another gift?
This time it must be something normal, right?
“What are you buying? Let me see.”
Sheena casually explained, “Just a box of supplements for you, and…
Elliot found it increasingly strange as she continued, and his expression turned darker.
“What are you buying these things for?”
“Don’t misunderstand!” Sheena shook her head. “Eli, you said last night that you could do at least three hundred one–handed push–ups, but you couldn’t even make it to a hundred…”
Elliot stared at her in shock.
He was not good enough just because he could not reach a hundred?
His proudest achievement, questioned by the woman he loved the most!
Chapter 499
His pride took a severe hit.
Like a calm lake suddenly creating a massive wave, the fiery rage in his chest roared.
“Sheena Lawson!”
“Eli! Please!”
Sheena struggled in vain, deeply regretting her words.
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Howard woke up to the aroma of breakfast wafting in from the window.
It smelled like fried eggs.
Was Phoebe cooking in the kitchen? He got up, changed into a suit after freshening up, and leisurely
walked down the stairs.
In the kitchen, a graceful figure bustled around. The dining table was set with hot milk, toasted bread, fried eggs, and fruits. Phoebe then prepared two bowls of oatmeal, and as she emerged, her eyes met
Howard’s.
“Good morning.”
She placed the oatmeal on the table, pulled a chair for him, and said, “I’m not sure if my cooking suits your taste. Why don’t you give it a try?”
