Chapter 942


    Elliot insisted on carrying her back to their room, replying, “Auntie Freida is looking


    after the babies, and they’re probably asleep by now. Why disturb them? It’ste, and we


    should rest.


    “Resting was the n. No funny business.”


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    Elliot frowned slightly, feeling a bit aggrieved.


    “Honey, when I said ‘rest‘, I meant being intimate with you. And besides, I did a good job disciplining


    Romello today, helping you vent off some steam. Shouldn’t I be rewarded?”


    Sheena allowed him to carry her upstairs, raising an eyebrow.


    “Really?”


    Elliot nuzzled her nose.


    “Of course, it’s true. How could I deceive my beloved wife?”


    Sheena was intrigued.


    “Then tell me all about how you dealt with him in detail.”


    “As you wish!”


    Elliot grinned mischievously as he walked upstairs, recounting the events vividly.


    “I used an ashtray and a teacup to break the skin on his forehead.”


    Sheena frowned, “Just like that? Just a cut? No blood?”


    He saw through her cunningness, his voice indulgent as he said, “Whenever I get involved, there’s


    bound to be some blood. He definitely got the message.”


    Sheena smirked, her interest piqued.


    “And then?”


    “Then I made him do over five hundred push–ups, squat for over two hours, and a thirty- minute


    handstand…”


    His voice grew husky, sounding satisfied.


    As the bedroom door closed, his voice abruptly ceased.


    Even the embarrassing yet pleasant sounds of the night were muted.


    The next morning, at the Nicholls residence, Marius and Gabrielle were up early, sitting properly in the


    dining room, waiting for Romello.


    They dared not touch their utensils until he arrived.


    Romello had returnedte the previous night, and by the time he reached home, Marius and Gabrielle


    had already gone to bed, unaware that he had been punished at the National Investigation Bureau and


    brought back by his subordinates.


    making it


    After a night’s rest, Romello’s strength had somewhat recovered, but he felt incredibly sore all over. He


    had not experienced such severe punishment in many years, difficult to even descend the stairs.


    Marius and Gabrielle, who had been anxiously waiting in the dining room, were shocked to see their


    usually overbearing Romello being assisted by the butler and maids, struggling to make his way


    downstairs.


    “Romello, what happened to you? Were you seriously injured yesterday?” Gabrielle asked with


    concern.


    Marius chimed in, “Romello, if it’s too difficult for you to get out of bed, let the servants. bring your meal


    to your room. There’s no need toe downstairs.”


    Romello scowled, his face dark and emanating an eerie chill, but he did not respond to their inquiries.


    The butler spoke up on his behalf, “Last night, Mr. Jenkins, for reasons unknown, decided to pick on


    Mr. Romello, keeping him in the bureau and subjecting him to punishment all afternoon. It nearly broke


    him.”


    “Oh my, poor Romello,” Gabrielle cooed sympathetically.


    Marius lowered his head, hiding the satisfaction in his eyes.


    In every day


    He had been oppressed by but to see Romello suffer setbacks and struggle to even descend the stairs


    brought him an unexpected sense of satisfaction.


    Somehow, he could not muster any concern for Romello’s plight. In fact, he found himself somewhat


    gleeful about it.