Chapter 830
Upon hearing this, Jacintha instantly stopped, sulking and pouting on the sofa.
Sheena stifled a laugh. “Giving up already?”
Jacintha, unwilling but forced to yield under the pressure, muttered, “He holds all the power… He’s too arrogant.”
Sheena nodded with a smirk. “That’s why it’s essential to have control over your finances. That way, you can do things your way, don’t you think?”
Her words struck a chord with Jacintha, who suddenly had an idea.
To avoid alerting Lionel, Jacintha smoothly continued the conversation.
“Sheena, you’re amazing. Mr. Jenkins has not only given all his assets to you, but he’s also such a good cook and cares for you deeply. How do you do it?”
Sheena just smiled, but she still remembered Elliot’s first attempt at cooking in Ocean Avenue, Farlem.
It was a disaster–burnt braised beef and overly seasoned vegetables.
Nonetheless, those embarrassing moments were better left unsaid. Otherwise, Elliot would get very
upset.
Thinking of this, she casually replied, “Because he listens to me.
As they chatted, Elliot finally finished cooking.
Sheena, pregnant and needing a bland diet, required dishes with less salt, no MSG, additives, or even
peppers.
Elliot had researched how to make the best dishes with just salt, especially for her.
As the dishes were served, Lionel rubbed his hands together, eager eyes betraying his excitement.
Today was a special day.
Besides being the day Elliot and Sheena got married, it was also the day Elliot rescued Lionel from the
border.
When Elliot first found him, Lionel was like a savage. He had no name and could not speak, just making unintelligible noises, not even having a birthday.
Hence, Elliot decided to mark that day as his birthday.
Lionel was in an especially good mood, and before he knew it, he was drunk, with Jacintha helping him back home.
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As they left the mansion, his tipsy yet loud voice echoed back.
“Elliot, my life belongs to you. Even in death, I want to die with you!”
Following closely behind, Jacintha’s disdainful voice rang out.
“Dream on! Mr. Jenkins would kick you out! You reek of alcohol, so smelly, nothing like Sheena’s fragrance!”
Sheena and Elliot chuckled.
Elliot squinted his obsidian eyes, leaning close to Sheena’s shoulder, gently nuzzling it.
Then, he asked, “Dear, can you give me a night that I’ll never forget?”
“All nights are unforgettable. What kind do you want?” Sheena arched an eyebrow.
“I mean the kind that’s so intense, you feel like you’re on the brink of death, but you can’t get enough.
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His magnetic, husky voice dripped with lust, incredibly seductive.
Sheena’s sparkling eyes gradually turned mischievous, a wicked grin spreading across her face.
“Dear, I get it! If it’s supposed to be unforgettable, it has to start with the worst before the best!”
Elliot locked eyes with her.
Sensitive to the intense mischief in her gaze.
Sheena lightly caressed his handsome face, her fingertips teasingly playful.
“You guessed it right, just like you thought!”
Elliot was at a loss for words.
Could he take back the words he just said?
Was it too late?
Sheena blew air toward him teasingly, her eyes sparkling with mischief, extremely playful:
Her sultry voice was incredibly alluring as he said, “Dear it’s been a while since I’ve ridden a horse. Would you be my little pony tonight?”
Elliot stayed quiet.
Was it really the kind he imagined?
Why did he feel like Sheena’s mischief was much more intense than he imagined?
