Chapter 517

Elliot looked down, refusing to meet her gaze, emanating an aloof and melancholic aura that made him seem unapproachable. Sheena could not understand him at all. All she could feel was the surge of fury inside her, with one clear thought dominating her mind—to beat him until he would not dare mention anything about breaking up ever again! Driven by anger, Sheena stepped down from the bed, heading toward the bedside table to fetch a wooden ruler from the first drawer. However, just as her hand reached for the drawer's handle, she hesitated. The ruler was too heavy. What if, in the heat of the moment, she failed to control herself and accidentally hurt Elliot, who did not even dodge her attacks? However, approaching him empty-handed would make her seem foolish. She discreetly turned around to glance at Elliot across the bed. His intense gaze was fixed on her and going empty-handed seemed awkward. Nearby, on the coat rack, hung Elliot's dark leather belt. She went over, folded