Chapter 233
Listening to the muffled growls inside, Sheena clenched her hands tighter. However, when she looked at Ford, her expression remained cold without a hint of warmth.
“Do you think I’ve gone too far?”
Ford immediately knelt and said, “I didn’t mean that, Ms. Sheena. It’s definitely appropriate for you to return the pain today after being drugged last night, but I know you don’t really want to kill Mr. Freeman.”
Sheena felt much better after listening to Ford. After contemplating, she turned to Sawyer and instructed, “Go to the Freeman Mansion, bring Faye here, and do it quickly.”
“Yes, Ms. Sheena.” Sawyer departed swiftly.
The remaining people stood at the basement door, listening to the increasingly intense growls and
struggles, nearing despair.
Even the muscular bodyguards found it hard to endure, knowing it was a cruel torture.
Ten minutes later, Sheena finally ordered, “Open the door. Bring a bucket of ice water from the fridge to help him cool down.”
The bodyguards were stunned but quickly followed Sheena’s instructions, fetching some ice and a
bucket of water.
The basement door creaked open, and a bit of light streamed in.
Elijah was seen lying on the floor, curled up in a fetal position. The floor beneath him was soaked with sweat, and his hair was also wet, sticking to his forehead. He appeared like an injured and helpless
hound.
In the past hour, Elijah had struggled to the point of exhaustion. His body was trembling violently,
and his face was alarmingly red.
Sensing the glaring light, he struggled to open his eyes. In the blurred vision, he saw a slender and familiar figure.
With trembling hands, Elijah reached out desperately toward that figure, murmuring hoarsely, ”
Sheena… I–I feel… so uncomfortable…”
Last night, he had caused her so much distress with the drugged coffee, and he felt genuinely sorry for it. Elijah could not help but wonder if she would feel better if he went through this pain too.
Could it offset even a fraction of her hatred for him?
Elijah’s hands shook violently, stubbornly reaching out to touch that silhouette. It seemed so close as if she was within her reach. Yet, it also felt distant, like an unconquerable barrier between them.
Facing the backlight, Elijah could not see Sheena’s expression, but he could feel the chill emanating
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from her. The intense coldness made his heart ache even more than the drug’s effects.
Sheena silently and distantly observed him, motionless. She noticed that he had never averted his gaze since he opened his eyes. Even so, she said nothing.
However, Elijah continued to wait, anticipating even a single word with a hint of compassion from her. Yet, what came was Owen pouring a bucket of iced water directly over his head.
His body, already heated from the drug, could not withstand the sudden temperature drop. The water soaked him thoroughly, intensifying his shivering. His teeth chattered, and uncontrollable drowsiness began to set in.
“Owen, who told you to pour it directly on his head?”
Sheena tightened her grip on the chair’s armrest.
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