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Elliot lowered his gaze, remaining silent.

His illness probably was not going away anytime soon….

Was he condemned to a life without fulfilling his desires?

“Before dying, you might as well let me have you so I can at least die feeling contented,” Elliot remarked half–jokingly.

Sheena immediately frowned, pinching his cheek slightly, and warned, “No more talk of death! As long as I’m here, you’re not allowed to give up hope of living. Do you understand?”

“Alright…” Elliot responded softly.

He knew his health condition best, but he did not want to worry Sheena.

Feeling his half–hearted response, Sheena applied a bit more pressure to the pinch.

“Louder. I didn’t hear clearly!”

“I got it.”

Sheena released her grip, massaging the cheek she had just pinched. Her thoughts, however, wandered as Nathaniel’s situation came to mind.

Though unsure of the authenticity of Nathaniel’s words, it seemed the only breakthrough available at the moment. She had to choose to trust Nathaniel at least once.

Yet, if it was true, should she agree to Nathaniel’s last two conditions?

The more she thought, the more complex Sheena’s emotions became. To avoid unnecessary misunderstandings with Elliot in the future because of this matter, she cradled Elliot’s face in her hands, speaking with the utmost caution.

“Eli, we should trust each other the most. So, from now on, no matter what happens, you must trust me and my heart unconditionally. Can you promise me that?”

Elliot met her gaze without hesitation, nodding earnestly, “I will.”

Sheena, satisfied, lightly kissed his forehead. “Did you take your evening medication?”

Elliot immediately frowned, shaking his head.

“Be good and wait here.”

Sheena exited the room. A minute later, she returned with a cup of lukewarm water and Elliot’s pillbox.

Elliot’s eyes dulled, looking annoyed as he observed the assortment of colorful pills she picked out.

He did not see the point, and they tasted awful.

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He did not like it

“My stomach is pretty full right now, and I’m not really in the mood for water. Can I take them later?”

Seeing through his attempt to skip the medication, Sheena stood her ground, extending her hand with a determined gare

“Be good and take your medicine.”

Elliot shook his head, wrapping his arms around her waist, nuzzling his head against her embrace, murmuring softly, “I really don’t want to take them…”

Sheena felt frustrated.

This guy was now resorting to being cute, not taking his health seriously at all.

“You must take it!” Sheena asserted sternly.

Elliot tightened his grip around her waist. Despite her scolding, he looked at her with soft, pleading

eyes.

His pale face appeared fragile and vulnerable.

Sheena sighed. When it came to playing the victim, it seemed she was far from matching Elliot’s skills. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and resisted the urge to tie him up and force–feed him the pills.

Reminding herself that he was currently a patient, she had to be gentle, patient, and indulgent!

Hence, Sheena steadied her tone, smiling warmly.

“What can I do to make you eat them?”

Elliot thought for a moment, replying innocently, “Feed me.”

“No problem with that! Come on, I’ll feed you. But first, take a sip of water,” Sheena said, offering the

water cup.

Elliot frowned, shaking his head, and leaning away from the water she brought to his lips.

Sheena tightened her grip on the cup, reminding herself once again to be patient.

“Still not going to take it? How do you want to be fed?”

Elliot smiled playfully: “Nana, your feeding isn’t sincere. It has to be with your mouth.” Sheena was puzzled.