Chapter 427

Elliot held his breath, gently turning to look. There, Sheena sat on the sofa near the window, with her back to him, casually sipping red wine. His palms clenched, sweating with tension. Was there a chance she got drunk again? Would she be as gentle as she was that night two days ago? "I considered myself unfamiliar with you, Mr. Jenkins. Yet, you unexpectedly planned to engage me. Don't you think you owe me an explanation?" Sheena's calm and well-articulated words echoed, causing despair to well up within Elliot. He fumbled with the doorknob, feeling hopeless. Sheena's speech was coherent, her breathing steady. She probably only had two drinks, not enough to be intoxicated! Tonight seemed like a lost cause. However, he had not thought of how to face her… Without thinking, he moved toward the window, attempting to escape. Sheena's indifferent voice interrupted him, "Grandpa Santiago instructed to have the windows locked, and I heard they're bulletproof. No matter h