I Became His Sweetheart

Sheena thought something seemed off. Although the medication would cause an intense reaction upon injection, it should only have been painful for about half an hour.

Unless...

Sheena reached to remove Elijah’s suit jacket, accidentally brushing against his waist, and causing him to grunt in pain. Was there a wound on his waist?

Sheena was about to continue removing his jacket when Elijah suddenly gripped her wrist.

Elijah was finally awake. Despite the throbbing pain in his head, his hands almost instinctively reacted.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

Sheena withdrew her hand. Instead of answering him, she asked indifferently, “Are you injured?”

“It has already healed.”

Both spoke with a cold tone. After that statement, a prolonged silence settled between them.

She had casually inquired, showing concern for her own little manservant. If he did not appreciate it, so be it.

“Now that you're fine and rested, get up and leave,” Sheena said as she picked up her bag and pushed open the door. “Where are we going?”

“If you don’t catch up soon, you'll have to walk home barefoot if you miss the ride.” Home?Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

The word caught Elijah off guard.

When he looked up, Sheena was already quite far ahead. After more than an hour of rest, his physical condition had improved, and he quickly got up from the floor, catching up with Sheena’s footsteps.

Sheena led him back to Ocean Avenue, a place filled with three years of memories. Initially, she had accepted this mansion out of a practical mindset, not wanting to pass up a good opportunity. Little did she know that she would return to this place one day, but their roles and perspectives had completely reversed.

Standing in front of the mansion, Sheena did not rush to enter. Instead, she looked at Elijah and spoke, “From now on, you're the sole manservant here. Prepare three meals a day before | return. Regardless of whether | eat or return, you must have the meals ready and served.”

Then, she continued, “When I’m not at home, clean the entire house inside and out, making sure it’s spotless. Every day when | return from work, you must stand at the doorstep to greet me, prepare my slippers, and say, ‘Welcome home! You must be tired from working all day.”

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Sheena decided not to push him further. After all, he had never faced such a humiliating situation before, and adjusting to this would take some time. She knew she would need to guide and teach him patiently.

Sheena ignored the weakened Elijah on the floor, giving him time to adapt to the effects of the medication.

Returning to her desk, she resumed dealing with work. Aside from handling matters related to Angle Group, she now had to address the issues of the recently acquired Freeman Group. Bethany had nearly ruined the Freeman Group, requiring a significant replacement of its core staff. Hence, Sheena estimated that she would be busy almost every day for the foreseeable future.

The light outside the windows gradually dimmed, and Sheena did not realize it was already 8

p.m.

The office was quiet, except for the sound of her fingers tapping on the keyboard.

Sheena shut her laptop, rubbing her tired neck. As she remembered that it had been over an hour, she wondered why there was no movement from Elijah.

What was he up to now?

Sheena went to check on Elijah, who was lying on the floor. His long legs were slightly bent, eyes tightly shut, and brows furrowed as if enduring immense pain even in his sleep.

Sheena was skeptical and called out to him, “Elijah, stop pretending. Get up.” His frown deepened, not responding to her at all. 1/2