Chapter 896
As soon as those words left his mouth, Sheena knew Romello had decided on Phoebe’s engagement after comparing all the engagement gifts,
Sheena was furious, not mincing her words as she confronted him, “What exactly do you take Phoebe for? A tool for your profit? Comparing engagement gifts like she’s just a commodity? You’re the head of the family, and you should be more considerate of her preferences. You’re definitely not living up to your role!”
Romello remained composed, calmly responding, “As a child of the Nicholls family, she carries the bloodline and duty to further the family’s interests. That’s her obligation.”
Sheena laughed at his comment, mocking, “Then tell me, has the Nicholls family fulfilled its duty to raise her?”
Romello pursed his lips, staying silent.
Sheena pressed on. “You knew about her year–long relationship with Howard, yet you still sold her off for profit. That’s downright despicable. Don’t you agree, Mr. Romello?”
Romello’s expression stiffened slightly as he calmly explained, “The Nicholls family indeed owed her for that, but I’ll make sure to compensate her doubly in the future. As for the engagement… I’ve already decided on Phoebe’s engagement to the Santos family. Mrs. Jenkins, you were present, and you saw her agreeing to it. This decision won’t change.”
Romello was firm in his tone.
He rose, bowing slightly to the couple on the sofa. “Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins, if there’s nothing else, I’ll return to the bureau to attend to official matters.”
Elliot glanced at Sheena, noticing her lack of intention to detain Romello, before nodding slightly in acknowledgment.
As Romello made his way to the door, he stopped after a few steps and turned back.
“Mrs. Jenkins, I’d appreciate it if you could offer some advice to Howard. It seems he and Phoebe are not meant to be. I hope he can move on and embrace new love.”
Both Sheena and Elliot fell into silence as Romello smiled and left briskly.
Once he was gone, Sheena erupted in anger, grabbing the nearby teacup as if to throw it to the ground.
Elliot immediately intervened, “Honey, that’s a rare vintage porcelain set I brought back from the auction last month, and it’s worth millions. Take it easy.”
Sheena narrowed her eyes at him, asking, “Are you worried about the money? Do you think I’m being wasteful?”
“Why would I?” Elliot chuckled. “If you really want to smash something, I’ll bring out the other few
sets of rare porcelain from the kitchen and let you smash them all at once until you’re satisfied.”
Sheena found herself unable to carry out the motion. After all, it was a rare set, the only one of its kind in the world, and wasting such fine pieces for someone like Romello was truly regrettable.
She reluctantly set it down and reached for a water glass nearby.
Suddenly, Elliot continued, “Honey, this one is a crystal glass flown in from Floire, worth 300 thousand dollars. It’s considerably cheaper than the tea set I just mentioned, so feel free to smash it.” Was Romello worth her 300 thousand dollar crystal glass?
Clearly not.
Sheena set down the crystal glass again, glaring at Elliot with annoyance.
uess
“Since you won’t let me smash anything, and I’m bursting with anger, I I’ll have to take it out on you.”
Elliot’s eyebrows farrowed instantly, biting his lip in resignation.
He leaned in, offering his cheek to her.
“Nana, as long as you’re willing, even if this face gets ruined, it’s worth it.”
He shut his eyes, seemingly prepared for the impending pain.
Sheena chuckled and leaned down to plant a kiss on his cheek.
“How could I have the heart to hit you? Are you satisfied with that answer?”
Elliot opened his eyes, shaking his head decisively, and scooped her up horizontally.
“I’d only be satisfied if I could get to cloud nine with you, Nana.”
Sheena wrapped her arms around his neck, looking at the clock in the living room.
“It’s only 10.30 a.m., and you’re already thinking about that?”
Elliot raised an eyebrow. “Do we need to check with an astrologer and see if the stars are aligned before we do anything?”
Sheena pouted in frustration. “Forget it. I’m not in the mood for any workout.”
Elliot rubbed her nose affectionately, his voice husky and alluring.
“You don’t have to do anything. Let me handle it. You’ve had a lot on your mind lately, and I’ll help
you relieve some stress.”
