I Became His Sweetheart by Bright Eyes

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Chapter 195

Elijah was speechless, surprised that this was what she had to do in those three years. He could not

help but wonder if Faye intentionally dismissed the servants back then, only to leave all the household

chores to Sheena alone.

During that time, Elijah would notice that the place was tidy, and even the meals were

steaming hot when he retired home from work. However, he had never paid attention to the details.

Due to his resistance to Sebastian’s insistence on him marrying Sheena, Elijah chose to ignore

Sheena’s presence. When he was in a bad mood, he would even make a few sarcastic remarks.

Noticing his distraction, Sheena waved her hand in front of his eyes before adding, “However, you’d

better be prepared. With one year equating to three years, your responsibilities will naturally be

increased accordingly.‘

Elijah shook his head, sneering at the thought of how Sheena really could not stand any losses.

Walking ahead, Sheena did not notice his expression. Remembering something, she said, “Oh, by the

way, I forgot to buy a washing machine. You’ll have to hand wash and air dry everything from now on.

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Some fabrics are different, so you must separate them. Don’t mix them up.”

Elijah stared at her back, mercilessly exposing her lame excuse. “You’re buying a washing machine?

When I transferred the house to you, I recall a woman named Wendy working tirelessly to replace all

the furniture and appliances in the entire house.”

Exposed, Sheena turned around, coldly glancing at him, and showing no intention of concealing the

truth. Indeed, she had intentionally given away the washing machine to the orphanage. After all, those

kids needed it more than he did.

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The two entered the living room in silence.

Sheena fumbled along the wall, almost instinctively turning on the lights. The living room was bright,

and while the house maintained its original structure, the furniture and decor had changed from the

previous black–and–white theme.

Then, she walked straight to the kitchen, with Elijah silently following. Then, she took a thick book from

the cabinet and handed it to him.

“This is a cookbook. From now on, every meal must follow the recipes in this book. Each meal should

consist of meat, vegetables, and soup dishes, and each day should have a different theme. No repeats

allowed.”

Elijah took it and casually flipped through a couple of pages.

Seeing that he did not object, Sheena checked the time. It was already 8.30 p.m., yet she still had not

had dinner, so she instructed, “Cooking starts tonight. Let me know when it’s ready. You can choose

any of the bedrooms on the second floor to sleep in.”

With that, Sheena headed upstairs to her study. There was still a pile of work to attend to, requiring her

to put in some overtime.

Watching her disappear up the stairs, Elijah finally breathed a sigh of relief. The pain forced him to arch

his back, and he had to support himself on the table to regain his balance.

The bloodstains on the white shirt had long since dried, sticking to the wound. He moistened it with hot

water and used a towel to separate the fabric from the blood and flesh. To avoid Sheena’s notice, he

quickly removed the shirt and washed away the bloodstains.

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If this were before, Elijah could wring his shirt dry easily. However, he could only partially dry it now, as

the injection had weakened him greatly. Later, he put on the slightly damp shirt, covering it with the

original dark suit jacket.

No one could notice anything unless they took a closer look.

Having completed all this, Elijah felt as if all his strength had been drained, utterly exhausted. The

special medication was indeed potent.

More than half an hour had passed, but Elijah still had yet to start cooking. Hence, he had no choice

but to reluctantly begin studying the cookbook. Opening the fridge, he found a variety of fresh

vegetables and meats, all obviously carefully planned for today.

His gaze darkened, but his thoughts remained unreadable.

Upstairs, Sheena sat in front of her computer, fully engrossed. The all–girls talent show she initiated

had reached its third season, garnering continuous online attention and discussions. Phoebe had also

returned to recording after recovering, seemingly unaffected and quickly regaining her form. Moreover,

her ranking remained steady in the top fifteen. If all went well, she should be able to secure a place in

the finals.

It seemed like everything was progressing smoothly.

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