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Chapter 471
Were they hallucinating? Elliot was actually peeling and feeding someone oranges?
On the screen, this gentleman seemed way too different from the cold, ruthless leader of the Jenkins
Group
Even Lionel was stunned, forgetting he was in the middle of presenting data.
Unaware of the attention he was receiving, Elliot did not sense anything amiss. Every time he fed the
orange off–screen, a faint trace of indulgence appeared in his typically aloof eyes.
Noticing Lionel’s sudden silence, Elliot frowned, obviously displeased, and returned to his icy
demeanor.
“Continue.”
“Uh… Yes, of course!”
Startled by the unexpected interruption, Lionel refocused on the documents in his hands. However, he
seemed to forget which line he was reading before getting lost in the drama.
With a serious expression, Elliot reminded him, “The profit and loss ratio for the Rossi project.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Right. The profit and loss ratio…” Lionel quickly located the relevant section and continued his
presentation.
Just as Elliot was about to feed the seventh orange, Sheena turned her face to the side.
“I’m done.”
Elliot naturally withdrew his hand, preparing to eat the orange himself. However, a stern voice stopped
him.
“No, you’re not allowed to eat it!”
It was not that Sheena was being petty, but Elliot was recovering from surgery and should not be eating
too many oranges. Moreover, he had already had three today.
He needed to restrain himself!
Elliot’s hand stopped mid–air, and he turned to glance at Sheena.
“No!” Sheena furrowed her brows, threatening him with her gaze. Then, she checked the time and
whispered, “Time’s up. Take your medicine!”
So, all the board members watched on the big screen as their formidable CEO got scolded. His face
turned unusually dark, like a harbinger of a storm. Everyone held their breath, expecting to witness
Elliot angrily smashing a cup as he usually did.
Yet, contrary to expectations, Elliot behaved like a child denied candy. After a brief displeasure, he
obediently set the orange aside, gracefully took a wet wipe to clean his hands, and then accepted the
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medicine Sheena handed him.
With a sip of warm water, he casually continued the meeting as if nothing had happened.
Well, well!
Was this proof that everything in the world had a weakness?
Their own CEO turned out to be… henpecked husband?
Had they not seen it with their own eyes, they would not believe that the obedient man on the screen
was Elliot!
Meanwhile, Elliot himself was oblivious that his series of actions in front of the camera had quickly
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmspread among the top executives.
After a weary meeting, he closed his laptop and pinned Sheena onto the sofa.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
Sheena struggled to free her wrist, but Elliot held it firmly.
Elliot’s dangerous aura gradually closed in on her, warm breath brushing against her face. He gently
rubbed her nose, accusing in a cold tone, “Since you won’t let me eat oranges, then I’ll just have to eat
you.”
“Wait!”
Sheena, teased by him and feeling ticklish, blushed instantly. She swallowed hard, trying to regain her
composure.
“Your injury hasn’t fully healed, so no rigorous activities are allowed. You need to control yourself!”
Elliot felt frustrated. Unfortunately, he could not argue back.
Saying his injury was fully healed might prompt Sheena to pack her bags home by tomorrow. However,
saying it was not healed would mean restrictions everywhere, and he would not get to enjoy anything.
After sulking for a while, he thought of a relatively acceptable compromise. “Alright, if you don’t want
me to eat you, that’s fine. My injury has improved a lot. How about you sleep in my room tonight?”