Chapter 338

Thinking about the breakfast on the bedside table that he had not opened, he reached out to grab it, his tone indulgent as he offered, "Sheena, you haven't eaten, right? I ordered an extra breakfast. It was made by a well-known chef from Douglas. It's delicious. Would you like to have some?" Before he could even grab the breakfast, a sudden, searing pain shot through the burns on his back, and it quickly spread through his limbs. Elijah forcefully suppressed the intense pain, maintaining a stoic expression. Even so, he could not hide the beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead or the subtle trembling of his knuckles. Noticing Elijah's abnormal state, Sheena declined politely, "No need. I had breakfast at the police station, and I'm not hungry right now." Elijah did not insist, maintaining a poker face as he quietly retracted his trembling hand under the blanket. Recalling the strange incident from this morning, Sheena smiled and asked, "I had a particularly odd experience