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Half an hour?

Sheena had ignored him for nearly an hour yesterday when he knelt!

However, Elliot would not tell her that. He simply nodded and said, “You personally applied ointment to my hand, and I thought you didn’t want me to apply any to my knees.”

Worried that he might appear too pitiful and be caught by Sheena, Elliot quickly added, “Actually, it was also because of our late–night exercise, and I forgot.”

Sheena ignored his subtle meanings because Sheila’s words lingered in her mind.

It left her with a mix of emotions.

“Is your hand still hurting? Show me.”

Elliot obediently spread out his left hand for her inspection. Despite applying medicine the previous night, his palm was still swollen and tinged with shades of purple.

“Was it this serious last night?”

“No, it’s probably from last night. My palms were pressed together, and blood circulation was blocked, causing the swelling. But it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

If it did not hurt now, it indicated that it was indeed quite painful last night.

Sheena wondered how she could have been so cruel…

Her heart felt tight and suffocated, accompanied by an unprecedented sense of defeat that made her eyes redden.

“I’m sorry. She was right. I’ve been treating you so poorly. I promised to spoil you, but I’ve only brought you pain.”

Although Elliot did not know who the ‘she‘ in her words referred to, he keenly sensed she was sobbing between words. Using his right hand, he lifted her lowered chin, meeting her teary, glistening eyes.

Initially, Elliot had only intended to avoid a beating. He never wanted to make her cry with his self- pity act. Seeing her blame herself and feeling heartbroken, he was overwhelmed with guilt.

Elliot tenderly caressed her small face.

“Silly girl, how could a few punches from your delicate fists count as pain? You underestimate your man. Besides, it was perfectly reasonable for you to hit me. It’s a couple’s quirk!”

Sheena turned away, not feeling consoled at all. “You’re just trying to comfort me. I know the truth.” NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

Elliot adjusted her posture, meeting her gaze. He spoke seriously and affectionately, “I wasn’t intentionally trying to comfort you. Your anger tonight stems from jealousy, and I’m actually quite

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happy about it. Even if these hands were crippled by your punches, I’d still find it sweet.”

“And you’ve brought me unprecedented happiness and warmth. Being forgiven by you, cuddling with you at night, hearing you call my name affectionately, and enjoying delightful moments with you…

That’s all I need to be content.”

“Because, Nana, I love you. I really, really love you!”

“So, do you…”

‘Do you also love the in the same way?‘ The last part of the question got stuck in his throat.

Elliot never managed to ask it.

Sheila’s words lingered in his mind, making him reconsider all that had happened during this period. While she was willing to give him a chance and be with him, she had never uttered the words ‘I love you‘.

He suddenly felt afraid.

Afraid that if he asked, Sheena’s answer might shatter the hopes he had recently rekindled and plunge him back into despair.

Sheena prompted, “Do I what?”

Elliot concealed the strange emotions in his eyes. “It’s nothing. In any case, whether being held, kissed, slept with, or beaten by you, as long as it’s you, I willingly accept it.”

Sheena felt a warmth in her heart. She fetched the anti–inflammatory ointment from the drawer where she had casually left it the previous night and began applying it to him.

As she took care of him, she muttered, “You’re the fool, a complete fool!”

Elliot just smiled, content to see her concentrating on applying the ointment, gentle and careful in

her actions.

He was already satisfied with these.

“Nana, are you still mad about the charity gala incident?”

Sheena playfully pinched his cheek. “No next time.”

Elliot’s eyes lit up with delight and excitement within the tenderness, and he carried her off the bed.