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Elllot poured Sheena some water and patiently fed her, saying, “My suspicions are a little higher than yours. I think it’s seventy percent likely that he’s behind this.”

Puzzled, Sheena asked, “Where does your extra ten percent come from?”

“The thoughtful gifts Paulo brought over. He mentioned that they were here for Anne’s check–ups. He wouldn’t have prepared such detailed gifts If he had just visited on a whim after hearing you were hospitalized. It’s clear he’s been monitoring our situation and knew

you were sent to the hospital before rushing over.”

Sheena let out a long sigh. “But all this is just speculation. We need concrete evidence.”

“We won’t find any evidence against Paulo. I know him. If he can swagger in here to show off and demand cooperation from you, he has obviously destroyed all the evidence and made sure he can walk away unharmed. It’s a common tactic of the Ouna’s royalty.” This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

Elliot calmly recounted, gazing at the setting sun outside the window.

The vibrant red hues, though warm, failed to evoke any warmth in Elliot.

At this moment, all his tenderness stemmed from Sheena’s emotions.

He felt joy when she was happy and sad when she was troubled.

Sheena remained composed, saying, “The Lawson Group still needs to cooperate with Dorvell Corporation. If Neil’s side can’t make any progress, let it go. There’s no need to make things difficult for him.”

Elliot was surprised. “Are you planning to let the mastermind behind this incident off the

hook?”

Letting the mastermind off the hook?

Sheena was an avid believer of an eye for an eye, never letting go.

“If we can find some clues on our own and confirm our suspicions, I’ll retaliate. Since they like playing dirty, I’ll see it through to the end and see just how capable Paulo is.”

Elliot caressed her cheek and tenderly kissed her lips, full of love, as if treating a precious

treasure.

“Nana, whatever you want to do, just do it. I’m your most loyal soldier, charging ahead for

Sheena chuckled softly. “I don’t want just any foot soldiers.”

“What do you want then?”

Sheena crooked her little finger, and Elliot immediately leaned in to listen.

“I prefer you being my little pony, my exclusive mount.”

Her soft voice was tinged with a hint of vulnerability, easily stirring up any man’s desire to protect and possess her from deep within.

It was just a flirtatious remark, but it had a powerful effect on Elliot.

His throat felt dry, unable to resist her teasing.

Yet Sheena, reveling in her mischief, traced the contours of his ear with her chilly

fingertips, sending shivers down his spine.

He grasped Sheena’s slender wrist and planted a kiss on the back of her hand.

“Nana, stop it. You know I can’t resist you. If you keep playing like this, things might get out.

of control.”

Feeling increasingly distressed, he lowered his gaze and murmured, “You’re injured,

needing rest for your concussion. No matter how badly I want to, I can’t touch you. Please

don’t make it harder for me.”

Sheena had not intended to make things difficult for him. She just wanted to share a

tender moment with him after waking up from her coma.

“Honey, I’m hungry.”

Elliot picked up his phone, planning to order food from the hospital cafeteria.

“Nana, what do you feel like eating?”

“Anything. I’m hungry, but I have no appetite. Something light will do.”

“Okay.”

Elliot was always decisive. Seeing her response, he ordered dishes based on her usual preferences.

In contrast to the false alarm at the hospital, the atmosphere at the police station was particularly tense and anxious.