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Having known Elijah for so long, Sheena had witnessed him feigning grievance a few times before, but this was the first time she had seen him genuinely teary–eyed.

Was he really hurt?

She sighed helplessly, softening her tone a bit. “We agreed it was just acting. Did seriously?”

Elijah remained silent, looking down with an obvious hint of vulnerability.

you

take it

Yes, he had taken it to heart, fallen deep into the act, and now he was left battered by reality, his heart aching unbearably.

There was little Sheena could say. Only by maintaining clarity from start to finish could she avoid losing her judgment.

Acting was just acting. The fake could never become real. She had always been clear about that.

Besides, did he expect her to comfort him?

She would never do that. Moreover, she could not think of any comforting words to say.

Sheena turned to leave, resuming her cold demeanor, adding, “Hurry up and clean. I’m going to bed.”

As she took a step, Elijah tightly grabbed her wrist from behind.

Sheena appeared worn out and said, “Let go. I’m tired, and I want to sleep.”

Elijah stayed still, his reddened eyes looking at her with intense grievance. “Sheena, can’t you occasionally care for me, consider my feelings? No matter how tough a person is, they can still get hurt.”

His voice trembled slightly, carrying a hint of pleading. His grip on her wrist was firm.

Sheena froze, standing motionless.

Would it hurt?

Yes, it would.

Yet, hearing these words from Elijah felt peculiar.

“You’re so ridiculous. Who hasn’t been through heartbreak, accumulated disappointments, and chosen to let go after enduring so much pain? The pain you’re feeling now, I’ve experienced it too. If you truly find it hurtful, you should’ve let go earlier. The words I said to Nathaniel today apply to you as well.”

With these words, she forcibly loosened Elijah’s grip, entering the mansion without looking back. This time, she did not close the door.

Elijah watched her silhouette ascend to the third floor, disappearing around the corner.

She was right. He had genuinely hurt her before, and everything he experienced now was just a round of the pain she had once endured.

It served him right.

Elijah wasted no time and went to the backyard to grab a broom, diligently sweeping away the fallen leaves in the garden. The chilly night of late autumn was bone–piercing. Despite only wearing a thin,

white shirt, Elijah’s face remained cool and pale. Even when engaged in the mundane task of using a wooden broom, he exuded an air of nobility and dignity.

In the room on the third floor, Sheena kept the lights off. She silently stood behind the window, seemingly lost in thought. After a few minutes, she went back to bed.

Elijah continued sweeping until 2 a.m., diligently tidying up the yard. Due to him wearing only a thin shirt and enduring hours of cold wind, he unsurprisingly caught a cold the next day.

As Sheena got up, she heard coughing from downstairs.

After finishing her morning routine, she headed downstairs. At a glance, she saw the tall figure busy in the kitchen and a steaming breakfast on the table.

Knowing Sheena would wake up soon, Elijah covered his mouth every time he coughed, the sound hushed.

Standing on the staircases, Sheena observed his subtle gestures. She did not say anything and walked down the stairs with composure. From NôvelDrama.Org.

Elijah heard the footsteps, turning around to see Sheena wearing only a black velvet long- sleeved shirt and a white skirt.