I Became His Sweetheart

Sheena could not be bothered to continue exposing him, simply saying, “It’s already one o’clock in the morning, so it’s better to get some sleep now as you have to wake up at six to make breakfast. Don’t play tricks this time, or you won't be eating all day.”

After that, she turned around and headed back to the third floor.

Due to the delay, there were no more sounds from Lionel’s side, indicating that he had probably sensed something unusual. Elijah closed the curtains, intending to find another opportunity to contact Lionel later.

The next morning, Elijah got up on time per Sheena’s instructions. As he walked down the stairs, he noticed the bodyguards bustling around, bringing in something from outside. Elijah was surprised to find out that it was all his luggage, delivered at such an early hour. The bodyguards pointed at the stack of boxes that reached a person’s height, their tone slightly mocking as they said, “Mr. Freeman, it would be appreciated if you could pack these up before Ms. Sheena wakes up. She doesn’t like a messy environment and won't be pleased if she sees it.”

Elijah did not respond, well aware that this was a deliberate challenge.

With his current strength, he estimated he would get tired halfway through the move. Hence, how could he manage all this, especially with the need to prepare breakfast before Sheena woke up?

Seeing him hesitate, the bodyguard teased, “Mr. Freeman, if you can’t do it, you can ask us for help.” Acold glint flashed in Elijah’s eyes as he immediately started moving the luggage.

When Sheena came out of her room, she saw him drenched in sweat and his white shirt clinging to his body, revealing faint glimpses of abs and obliques. She had always known he had a good physique but was currently uninterested in his body.

She asked, “Is breakfast ready?”

“Just one more box. Please wait a moment,” Elijah replied through gritted teeth. It was as if the fatigue would intensify if he got distracted.

Sheena nodded, not in a hurry, and went downstairs to the living room. She noticed the first aid kit she took from the storage cabinet last night was missing, but she calmly looked away, sitting on the sofa to watch the morning show.

After about ten minutes, Elijah took a refreshing shower and changed into clean clothes before heading downstairs. Passing by Sheena, he did not spare her a glance and went straight into the kitchen.

Sheena guessed he probably had not yet started cooking and was about to approach when she saw Elijah carrying two plates of warm dishes, placing them on the dining table.

Immediately after, he returned to the kitchen to fetch another plate of food and utensils.

Sheena stood in place, observing his busy figure, mildly surprised. In just one night, this man had adapted to all the arrangements she had made. In the morning, he not only moved heavy

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items but also managed to cook and organize his time efficiently, effortlessly dealing with the challenges she threw at him. This man was definitely more than he seemed to be, and Sheena could not shake the feeling that he was hiding something. While she contemplated this, Elijah had already set the table and stood quietly on the side, waiting for her to sit.

Sheena looked at his obedient appearance and thought he was acting like a good little boy.

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Despite her thoughts, Sheena sat down without revealing anything and began to taste the breakfast. The French toast was a bit soggy, and the eggs were overcooked, but it was edible compared to the previous night.

Sheena did not intentionally make it difficult for Elijah. After forcing down a couple of bites, she put down her utensils, and Elijah sensibly started clearing the table to wash the dishes.

With time still on her hands, Sheena continued to sit on the sofa, watching TV and eating some fruit. Occasionally, she glanced at Elijah squatting on the floor, pitifully scrubbing the floor.

Sheena was satisfied and in a good mood.

Previously, Faye had deliberately troubled her by disallowing mops in the mansion, insisting that cleaning the floor by hand was more effective. Little did she know that one day, her proud son would be crouching at the feet of the woman she despised, cleaning the floor inch by inch.

It was karma at its finest. Sheena smirked, lazily popping a cherry into her mouth when her phone suddenly rang. It was Sarah.

“Miss, Wilfred is causing a scene in your office. He's insisting on seeing you! He won't leave until you come!”