I Became His Sweetheart

Watching Sheena’s figure gradually disappear into the staircase, Elijah suddenly emanated a strong sense of hostility. Thinking about his plan to find out Sheena’s identity tonight, he glanced at the fruit knife on the coffee table.

Around 3 a.m., the entire mansion seemed to have fallen asleep. After all, it was a time when people were in the midst of a deep sleep.

Rays of silvery—gray moonlight shone through the windows and onto the man asleep in bed. However, he suddenly opened his eyes, and his deep eyes were devoid of any sleepiness.

The man sat up quietly and grabbed the fruit knife from the basket on the coffee table. Then, he ascended to the third floor.

That night, Sheena slept restlessly. She could not shake the feeling that something was lurking in the shadows, watching her, and it persisted for a long time.

This feeling... Why did it feel so similar to the night before the divorce?

Realizing something, Sheena abruptly opened her eyes, and a gust of wind suddenly rushed to her ears. Almost instinctively, she tightly grasped the blade of the knife. The blade cut her palm, and crimson blood dripped onto the bed sheet.

Ignoring the pain, she swiftly sat up. Her empty left hand estimated the distance to the man, delivering a swift and fierce slap. “Argh...” The slap landed squarely on the man’s face. He grunted and tumbled to the ground, his grip on the knife loosening.

Without needing to guess, Sheena knew that no one else in the mansion dared to wield a knife against her besides this man. Then, she tossed the fruit knife aside and quickly turned on the bedside lamp.

As expected, it was Elijah! Furious, she shouted, “Do you have a death wish? With your current strength, do you really think you can kill me?”

Elijah wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth. When he looked up, he immediately noticed the bloodstained bed sheet and the fresh blood on Sheena’s hand.

Was this woman out of her mind?

Why did she use her hand to grip the blade?

Suddenly, he felt a twinge of guilt and remained silent.

Seeing his blank expression, Sheena glared at him. “What are you staring at? Go get the first aid kit!” “Alright...” Elijah got up from the floor and went downstairs to fetch the first aid kit.

As he stepped out of the room, he realized that a well-trained and exceptional spy would have

noticed something when he entered the room. Although Sheena reacted promptly, it was not quick enough.

Nevertheless, tonight was merely a test. If she had reacted fast enough, ready to retaliate, he would have immediately given a secret signal to alert Leon and the others waiting outside. If there had been no reaction, his knife would have halted before piercing her skin.

However, that foolish woman...

Elijah sighed. It seemed she was most likely not a spy, and her series of retaliations against the Freeman family appeared to be a coincidence.

Elijah felt even more guilty. He put his hand to his lips and made a bird call signal for retreat, then quickened his pace upstairs.

Sheena’s gaze turned icy when she saw him return. When he reached her, she ordered, “Kneel! 11

Elijah hesitated, his face showing resistance. Even though he felt guilty, that did not mean he would allow her to rub his dignity on the floor!

“Aman should stand tall no matter the circumstances, only kneeling before the Gods and my parents. | won't kneel...” “All right, you won't kneel, huh? It seems you enjoy an audience. I'll have the bodyguards come in and assist you.’

Sheena was growing impatient and was about to trigger the alarm at the bedside without waiting for him to finish. As she spoke, there was a muffled thud-

It was the sound of knees hitting the floor.

Elijah added, “But | know when to submit and when to stand tall.” Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.