Chapter 220

Sheena went upstairs as she spoke, with Sawyer and Owen trailing behind. Elijah's room door was ajar, which struck Sheena as odd, but she did not dwell on it. She pushed the door open and, aided by the corridor lights, saw Elijah lying on the bed with his back facing the entrance, seemingly fast asleep. Was she overthinking things? Sheena closed the door, and Sawyer and Owen, seeing that Sheena had not noticed anything, breathed a silent sigh of relief. However, as Sheena took a couple of steps away, she abruptly stopped. When she had opened the door earlier, she seemed to notice the color of Elijah's shirt collar was a little darker... Was it wet? Was he sweating? Something was off! Sheena immediately went back, decisively turning on the lights this time. She inspected the man curled up on the bed. Walking to the bedside, she confirmed that the back of his shirt collar was indeed damp, and she smirked. "Elijah, how did you even manage to work up a sweat while sleep