I Became His Sweetheart

Realizing something was wrong, Elijah opened the door and found no one at the computer desk.

“Sheena?” Elijah entered the room and investigated.

The gasping sounds were coming from under the desk!

He swiftly lifted the tablecloth, revealing Sheena curled up in the confined space, her face unusually flushed and sweaty. He crouched down, gently touched her neck, and realized she was burning up.

Sheena was...

The coffee on the desk was only halfway consumed, and the sugar packets in the tray had been torn open. Elijah immediately recalled Faye’s unusual behavior when he visited the Freeman mansion hours ago, putting the pieces together.

“Damn it!” He carefully pulled Sheena out from under the desk.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Sheena thought the cold body close to her felt comforting, and under the influence of the drugs, she had an indescribable urge. She tightly embraced the man’s neck, driven by the scent of male hormones, her thoughts momentarily clouded.

Elijah carried her back to the bedroom, feeling her restless movements. Afraid of causing her pain, he loosened his grip. “Sheena, hold on a bit longer. You'll be fine soon.”

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Sheena struggled to stay conscious and raised her eyes. As she recognized Elijah, a surge of anger overwhelmed her. Suppressing the burning desire, she raised her hand and slapped him across the face.

Having been drugged, the slap was not forceful, but Elijah, who was heading toward the bathroom, was caught off guard. Sheena struggled, slipping from his grasp, but her hand still firmly held onto his shirt. Suddenly, both of them lost balance and tumbled to the floor.

Seeing Sheena’s head about to hit the bed corner, Elijah acted quickly. Disregarding his own safety, he embraced her neck and pulled her into his arms, using his back to cushion the

impact. “Ouch!”

His back forcefully crashed into the bed corner, worsening the swelling from the previous injury. The pain was so intense that he broke into a cold sweat, almost fainting on the spot.

Before he could process the pain in his back, Sheena slapped him again. She had broken free from his embrace, flattened his upper body on the floor, and pressed her knee firmly against his chest, gripping his collar.

Sheena glared at Elijah with overwhelming hatred, shouting, “Elijah! You’re despicable and Chapter 220

shameless! Those sweet words tonight were just an act! Did you think drugging me would make me lose control, giving in to your filthy desires? Dream on!”

“Sheena, calm down. This situation—”

Another slap struck his face. This time, Sheena used every ounce of her remaining strength. The raging mix of heartbreak and anger was consuming her sanity.

The pain from the impact left Elijah momentarily stunned, his head throbbing and ears ringing. Moreover, the sharp pain in his back from hitting the bed corner had not subsided. In agony, he tried to catch his breath, but Sheena’s hand on his collar was shaking, and a murderous glint gleamed in her eyes.

“Elijah, you asked for this!”

Sheena released him, determined to reach for the alarm at the bedside. However, the rekindled lust overwhelmed her, and she found herself uncontrollably shivering on the floor.

Asinister voice urged her to vent her frustration on Elijah, but she resisted. She pressed her skin against the cold floor, attempting to regain control of her consciousness.

Enduring the pain, Elijah struggled to sit up, witnessing Sheena’s attempt to calm herself down.