I Became His Sweetheart

Chapter 223 What were they doing here? Elijah froze in place, glaring at the two men behind Sheena with hatred

Colin’s expression mirrored Elijah’s, with obvious hostility in his eyes. Howard, too, glared at hire menacingly. The three men’s gazes seemed to clash in the air, creating an intense standoff

Sheena noticed the thick tension and could not help but feel annoyed. Did these men really have to act so childish? If looks could kill, they would have killed each other hundreds of times by now.

Sheena sighed, pondered for a moment, and then addressed Elijah, “You don’t need to cook today, and you won’t be much help here either. The leaves have been falling like crazy in the garden lately. Go and rake them up.”

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Was she asking him to leave her alone to have a meal and chat with these two men? Howard was tolerable, but why should Colin be included?

With a gloomy expression, Elijah remained unresponsive.

Sheena went to the wine cabinet and took out a fine bottle of red wine. When she turned around, she noticed Elijah still standing there. Urging him on, she said, “Hurry up. If you can’t move, I'll have Owen drag you out.

This was a clear indication that he had to leave. Elijah scowled. He seemed to intentionally vent his displeasure when closing the door, slamming it hard.

Howard pointed at Elijah and complained, “Look at his temper! He’s acting as if he’s the master of the house. He definitely needs a good beating.”

Sheena smiled and assured, “Don’t worry about him. Sooner or later, I'll get him in line.” Howard had no significant reaction to that, but Colin looked displeased.

“Sheena, he’s inherently proud. When injured, fierce beasts would show weakness, but once they find an opportunity, they will retaliate. Don’t you see that his hurting you this time was premeditated? Don’t get bitten when he turns the tables. Make sure you tame him properly. Otherwise, you'll end up getting hurt again.”

Howard nodded in agreement. Sheena, still smiling, opened the fridge to find the ingredients. “Don’t worry about it. | know what to do.”

In the garden, Elijah raked the leaves absentmindedly, curious about what Sheena’s interactions with other men were like. He dragged his feet, moving to the wall near the window. Through the glass, he observed a harmonious scene at the dining table, where Sheena laughed genuinely.

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He remembered the first year Sheena married him. She used to smile a lot, her eyes full of love

for him.

When did she start smiling less?

The gaze she directed at him now was incredibly indifferent. Since their divorce, she had transformed into someone beautiful, aloof, and confident. Even in the face of difficulties, she remained composed.

Was this the real her?

Adiscomfort settled in Elijah’s chest, hard to explain but undeniably unpleasant. As he contemplated, Ford urgently entered the mansion, spoke to Sheena, and left. Elijah, disinterested, was about to resume leaf-raking when he noticed Ford heading in his direction.

“Mr. Freeman, Madam Freeman fell down the stairs. She wants to meet you. Please come with me.’

Faye fell?

It had only been a few days, so how did that happen?

“Alright.”

Elijah turned around and glanced through the window at the trio inside, engaged in conversation and laughter. Then, he followed Ford to the Freeman mansion with mixed feelings.