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Elliot paid no attention to Howard’s complaints and continued asking, “Is the ground covered in
Howard’s frustration was completely ignored, and with nowhere to vent his pent–up anger, he impatiently glanced at the snowflakes swirling in the garden.
“The snow just fell tonight, and the ground is not covered with thick snow yet. It has accumulated on the leaves, though.”
Elliot listened quietly, envisioning the scene. Soon, a faint smile graced his pale, weak lips.
“Is it beautiful?”
The dim streetlights reflected against the falling snow in the garden, creating a picturesque view. However, Howard had no interest in appreciating it; he was yawning repeatedly and just wanted to crawl back under the covers to continue sleeping.
Yet, Elliot seemed unusually excited. He opened his palm to catch the snowflakes outside the balcony.
“I wonder if it’s snowing in Laubabwe too? If Nana is watching the snow like me?”
Howard, realizing Elliot was thinking about Sheena again, felt a little emotional too. He sighed softly without saying a word.
“We’re looking at the same sky. Can she feel that I miss her? I really, really miss her…”
His voice had turned so low that it was almost inaudible, resulting from enduring the freezing wind for who knows how many hours. However, when expressing his longing, his otherwise vacant black eyes seemed to twinkle with faint starlight.
Howard, moved by the scene, softened his tone, “Although it’s the same sky, it’s daytime on her side. If she knew you came out in the middle of the night, torturing yourself in this cold, she’d surely bet heartbroken. What you should do now is cooperate with the treatment, take care of yourself, and wait
for her return.”
“Should I help you back to the room? Later, I’ll make a cup of tea to warm you up. If you catch a cold and fever tomorrow, both Noah and I will be busy, and Nan will worry too.”
Elliot continued feeling the snow falling into his palms, asking, “This morning, you mentioned she wouldn’t marry Nathaniel for Clear. Is that true?”
Well… Howard was not entirely sure, but to reassure him, he had to forge ahead.
“Of course. Nana said she already has a foolproof plan to get Clear. You just have to wait for her for another half a month, and she’ll be back. Besides, there’s Lionel. You guys are elites nurtured by the National Investigation Bureau for decades. You should trust them.”
Hearing Howard’s reassurances, Elliot indeed felt more at ease. He knew that with Lionel’s
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personality, he would risk his life to protect Sheena.
Nonetheless, Elliot hoped both of them would return safely.
“Let’s get back to the bedroom.
Howard helped Elliot to his feet, guiding him back to the room. He turned on the heating and then went downstairs to prepare some tea.
Laubabwe, outskirts of Kyafa.
At noon, the chef came to deliver the meal. Sheena, not accustomed to the local flavors, took a few bites just to get by.
In the afternoon, the temperature suddenly dropped, and soon, snow began to fall. The snowfall intensified rapidly, blanketing the entire yard in a layer of snow within half an hour, creating a beautiful, vast silver–white landscape due to the expansive surroundings in the outskirts.
Sheena stood by the window, watching the snowfall, lost in thought.
Lionel walked over, handed her a thick cloak, and closed the window for her.
“It’s much colder here than in Froania. Put on something warmer.”
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Sheena did not refuse and draped the cloak over herself. She had an essential task to complete, and she needed to take care of her health. Falling ill was not an option.
Observing her melancholy expression, Lionel softly asked, “Ms. Sheena, are you missing Mr. Jenkins?
