I Became His Sweetheart

Sheena said, “I know Faye gave you the packet when you visited Freeman Mansion. The two coffee sugar packets on the table were taken from your room. After testing, one contains M—drug, and the other is genuine sugar. Between you and her, you get to decide who orchestrated this.”Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Elijah frowned, looking down at the sugar packets on the coffee table without saying a word.

Sheena continued, “If you can pick the real sugar from this fifty—fifty chance, then I'll believe you were just an accomplice or manipulated by Faye. I'll let you go.’

“Make your choice, Mr. Freeman.”

Her words were dripping with irony.

Elijah stood still, staring at her, attempting to discern any other emotions in her eyes. Unfortunately, there were none.

Well, it was his fault for losing her trust.

Elijah chuckled at himself, walked to the coffee table, and examined the two sugar packets in his hands. Under everyone’s watchful eyes, he tore both packets open, poured the contents into the cup of warm water, and drank it all in one go.

Ford, who was more inclined to believe Elijah, went pale when he saw Elijah drink both packets and exclaimed, “Mr. Freeman!”

Sheena had felt unbearable discomfort from just half a cup of coffee last night, and this was the potent M—drug from the black market.

Why the hell did he drink the entire packet?! Sheena had only asked him to choose, and there was still a fifty percent chance of selecting correctly! He was too foolish!

“Very well, | respect Mr. Freeman's choice,” Sheena said. Then, her expression turned even darker as she ordered, “Sawyer, Owen, take Mr. Freeman to the basement.”

“Yes, Ms. Sheena” Sawyer and Owen were about to get Elijah by the shoulder when he refused, saying, “No need, I’ll go by myself.”

Afterward, he headed to the basement, and Sheena and the rest followed him to the basement entrance. His silhouette appeared somewhat miserable as he entered the basement alone.

The bodyguards brought a chair for Sheena, and she sat down on the steps leading to the basement, waiting for the effects of the drug to take hold.

Chapte 232 The basement was spacious, with few belongings as Sheena had only recently moved in.

The bodyguards closed the door without leaving a light on for Elijah. He found himself alone in the darkness and gradually felt his body heating up in just five minutes, the effects coming on remarkably fast.

This time, the drug’s impact was much more intense than that fateful night before the divorce.

In the beginning, Elijah could still stand, but as time passed, the burning sensation rising from his chest became stronger. He finally understood why Sheena had curled up under the desk when he found her last night.

This drug was genuinely unbearable, and if the burning desire was not eased, it felt like the fire could

devour him whole.

Struggling for half an hour, Elijah was already drenched in sweat. His body was scorching hot, and the unnamed fire was gradually ruining his sanity.

Outside the door, Sheena sat quietly, clenching her hands while her face remained expressionless.

The bodyguards stood behind her, listening to the silence from the basement, gradually replaced by someone's heavy breathing. A beast-like growl echoed from inside nearly an hour later, startling everyone outside.

That was an entire packet of M—drug! If he did not get relief, that kind of pain could be fatal!

Ford could not bear it any longer and blurted out, “Ms. Sheena, it’s been an hour! | believe Mr. Freeman has learned his lesson. If you let him endure this on his own any longer, he might die!”

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