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The man’s competitive spirit was instantly ignited, and Elliot domineeringly lifted her chin.

“Honey, are you questioning my stamina? Looks like I have to prove to you with actions whether I’m up to

the task!”

Sheena chuckled and reminded him again, “Don’t go too easy on me. We’ll stick to the rule: no injuries on you. Tomorrow morning, I’ll be checking for bruises. Don’t try to fool me.”

Elliot’s hand slid from her chin to her throat and finally lightly settled on her lower back, his palm tracing

her slender waist.

With a strong pull, Sheena was forced to take a few steps forward, pressing against his chest.

Elliot’s voice was seductive, teasing her as usual.

“Honey, are you really only interested in checking for injuries?”

Sheena pretended not to understand and asked, “What else would it be?”

“I thought…” He leaned closer to her ear and whispered something provocative.

“You’re such a rascal! Watch out, or I might really punish you tomorrow.”

Elliot smirked. “I’ll be looking forward to it.”

With a click of her tongue, Sheena gently pushed him away and scolded, “You’re shameless!”

As she teased, she walked toward the basement, lying on the mattress.

Knowing she would not sleep for long, she did not bother to freshen up. She would leave that to Elliot

after she was done.

Elliot immediately followed her steps, slipping under the covers and embracing her slender waist as they

drifted off to sleep.

Sheena joked, “Stay far away, or you might get slapped in the middle of the night.”

Elliot deeply inhaled the scent of her neck, content.

“Until you fall asleep, you’re still m

gentle wife. Once you’re asleep, I’ll be careful.”

Sheena knew his skills well. If he did not want to get hurt, it would be difficult to truly injure him.

The two cuddled up, chatting as they drifted off into sleep.

Meanwhile, back at the mansion, Howard pulled Phoebe upstairs toward the bedroom, not uttering a

word.

Phoebe was frightened by his demeanor and felt uneasy.

The man’s competitive spirit was instantly ignited, and Elliot domineeringly lifted her chin.

“Honey, are you questioning my stamina? Looks like I have to prove to you with actions whether I’m up to I

the task!”

Sheena chuckled and reminded him again, “Don’t go too easy on me. We’ll stick to the rule: no injuries on you. Tomorrow morning. I’ll be checking for bruises. Don’t try to fool me.”

Elliot’s hand slid from her chin to her throat and finally lightly settled on her lower back, his palm tracing

her slender waist.

With a strong pull, Sheena was forced to take a few steps forward, pressing against his chest.

Elliot’s voice was seductive, teasing her as usual.

“Honey, are you really only interested in checking for injuries?”

Sheena pretended not to understand and asked, “What else would it be?”

“I thought…” He leaned closer to her ear and whispered something provocative.

“You’re such a rascall Watch out, or I might really punish you tomorrow.”

Elliot smirked. “I’ll be looking forward to it.”

With a click of her tongue, Sheena gently pushed him away and scolded, “You’re shameless!”

As she teased, she walked toward the basement, lying on the mattress.

Knowing she would not sleep for long, she did not bother to freshen up. She would leave that to Elliot

after she was done.

Elliot immediately followed her steps, slipping under the covers and embracing her slender waist as they

drifted off to sleep.

Sheena joked, “Stay far away, or you might get slapped in the middle of the night.”

Elliot deeply inhaled the scent of her neck, content.

“Until you fall asleep, you’re still my gentle wife. Once you’re asleep, I’ll be careful.”

Sheena knew his skills well. If he did not want to get hurt, it would be difficult to truly injure him.

The two cuddled up, chatting as they drifted off into sleep.

Meanwhile, back at the mansion, Howard pulled Phoebe upstairs toward the bedroom, not uttering a word.

Phoebe was frightened by his demeanor and felt uneasy.

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Howard remained silent but slowed his pace.

Once they reached the bedroom, he sat on the edge of the bed and placed Phoebe face down across his

lap.

Phoebe was confused, not understanding his intentions.

Until the next moment-

Smack!

Howard suddenly slapped her buttocks!

It took her a moment to realize what had happened.

Phoebe’s face flushed with embarrassment.

Did Howard actually spank him?

“Howard, you pervert! Aren’t you supposed to hit my palm like before? How could you… hit my…”

Although not particularly painful, the humiliation was unbearable!

How could he, especially since they were not that close yet?

Howard was genuinely angry. He held her squirming waist in place but did not continue spanking her.

“You ran away from home. Shouldn’t you receive some discipline?”

Phoebe pouted, biting her lip, refusing to admit her fault.

“I didn’t! I just wanted some time alone, so I went out to play with Sheena. You’re wrongfully accusing me and even hitting me! You’re being abusive!”

Phoebe had made similar accusations before her memory loss.

Howard’s heart ached.

Repeating his previous explanations, he solemnly stated, “This is just me disciplining my disobedient iancee. It’s based on my love for you. I won’t really hurt you. I just want you to realize your mistake.”

Phoebe, still upset, retorted, “But you won’t even listen to my explanations before you decide to punish

1. ne. It’s really unfair.”

Howard noticed her lack of reaction to his repeated words, realizing she had truly forgotten everything

rom the past four years, including their love.

His heart sank.

I’m sorry… I’m scared of losing you again, afraid you’ll disappear once more. It’s my fault. I couldn’t

ontrol my emotions.”

ealizing she had the upper hand, Phoebe rose from his lap and intended to confront him. However, she

noticed his reddened eyes and obvious sadness.