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Elliot was stunned by the sudden slap, and he quickly opened his eyes.

In the darkness, another slap came at him with force.

Reacting swiftly, Elliot grabbed Sheena’s wrist and turned on the bedside lamp.

As he glanced back, he noticed Sheena’s eyes were bloodshot and frenzied.

Was she having another episode?

What was happening?

Amidst Elliot’s confusion, Sheena aimed a kick at him, but he dodged. Relying on

both their martial arts skills, they began wrestling on the bed.

Elliot played defensively while Sheena remained on the offensive.

Despite her manic state, Elliot’s agility and strength gave him the upper hand.

After several minutes, Sheena abruptly got off the bed, grabbed the bedside lamp,

and prepared to strike..

“Nana, don’t!” Elliot was bewildered.

Why the sudden change in tactics?

He rushed to intervene but was too late.

The lamp was smashed into pieces with a loud crash, and fragments scattered

everywhere.

The shards cut Sheena’s leg, but she seemed unfazed, her eyes filled with

murderous intent.

It seemed her only thought was to draw blood.

She picked up a sharp fragment, aiming it at Elliot’s heart.

Elliot swiftly moved aside, knocking the weapon out of her hand.

“Honey, please don’t use deadly weapons. Let’s settle this with our fists,” Elliot

pleaded, feeling helpless.

Lost in her frenzy, Sheena did not seem to hear him. Her eyes glinted with fierce determination as she struggled against his restraint, heading toward the makeup

table to wreak havoc.

Elliot anticipated her move and blocked her before she could cause more damage. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Honey, don’t break things. You’ll get hurt. Hit me instead. I won’t dodge, and you can

vent your anger.”

Sheena’s eyes glinted with malice as she aimed another blow at Elliot’s face.

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Seeing another slap coming, Elliot raised his arm to block it, saying resignedly, “Let’s

not hit the face. I won’t look as handsome anymore if it gets bruised.”

Sheena, oblivious to reason, swung her left hand at his face again.

Elliot blocked it once more, his mind racing to find a solution.

He could not hit the back of her head, let her break things, or let her strike his face.

He had forgotten to ask Yosef for sedatives last night for emergencies like this.

What should he do?

Recalling Yosef’s words from the previous night, he made a quick decision.

Grabbing a belt from the coat rack, he thrust it into Sheena’s hand and said, “Here, hit

1. me. Let it all out.”

Sheena flashed a twisted grin as she viciously whipped the belt at him.

Elliot stood still, shielding his head and face with one hand and protecting his groin

with the other, fearing permanent damage to it.

The belt lashed at him relentlessly, striking his back, waist, arms, chest, buttocks,

legs….

Everywhere except where he guarded was engulfed in agony.

Gritting his teeth, Elliot endured silently, becoming a human punching bag.

The whooshing sound of the belt cutting through the air echoed in the stillness of

the night, chilling to the bone.