Billionaire's Reborn Baby
Chapter 329 Heated the Rice

When the elevator door opened, Sydnee stopped talking to him. She stood at the door of Eliot's room and took out the key to open it.

As soon as the door was opened, an indescribable smell came. It was like the sour odor of garbage or the smell from a man who had been smoking for a long time. That smell permeated through the whole room and was mixed with some other things. Anyway, it was extremely unpleasant.

Instead of looking at Eliot who was sitting in the corner, she walked into the room, opened the windows one by one, drew the curtains, cleaned up the kitchen trash can and the toilet trash can, packed them up, and threw them at the door. After she finished, she went into the kitchen to boil water, and then took a broom and swept the pile of cigarette butts in the corner.

She didn't say anything. No inquiry, no consolation. She just came in and kept cleaning, creating noises.

When the water was boiled, Sydnee filled a cup and placed it beside Eliot. She didn't urge him to drink some. She just put down the cup and went back into the kitchen.

After cutting some cabbage, she felt a little depressed. What exactly was she doing here?

She worried a lot in order to take care of Emily's brother. She wondered what made Eliot become like this.

Half an hour later, the smell of rice spread out, followed by the smell of meat and eggs. They really worked up an appetite.

Eliot's sunken shoulders moved slightly, and he raised his head. His eyes were red, as if he hadn't slept well for a couple of days. The stubble covered his mouth, and his lips were dry and bleeding. Perhaps he smoked too much.

After serving two bowls of rice with chopsticks, Sydnee walked over and squatted down, "Can you get up?"

Eliot stared at her. For a moment, he only stared at her quietly. He didn't say anything and didn't know what he was thinking.

"I don't know what happened to you, but the landlord said that you have been staying indoors for a couple of days. I guess you haven't eaten anything, so I made some food. Get up and eat some. You can come back and continue your contemplation after eating." Sydnee stared at him and said.

She called his decadence and sorrow contemplation.

Eliot wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. His heart hurt too much. It was as if someone was using a knife to cut and eat his heart piece by piece till his death.

Sydnee stretched out an arm, trying to lift him up, but she couldn't exert all her strength in a squatting position. She gritted her teeth and tried several times unsuccessfully. She could only turn around and gasped, "Eliot, can you get up? I don't have any strength."

He sniffed a refreshing aroma of tea. It was from her.

Eliot leaned on her shoulder and pushed his other hand against the wall. He stood up, but was about to fall again. Sydnee helped him at once and said, "Go to the chair, over there ... on the chair." As they walked, they knocked over a glass of water she had put there.

Sydnee ignored that. She gritted her teeth and carried Eliot to the chair. Her waist was almost broken. Just as she was about to rub her waist, Eliot held her in his arms.

She was stunned and hesitated for a moment between struggling and leaving.

Eliot didn't do anything else either. He simply held her.

He spread a strong smell of smoke, mixed with sweat and a faint smell of soap. That was pungent enough.

It was a long time since his last shower.

Sydnee tried to hold her breath, "Alright?"

There was no reply.

Sydnee took a few steps back, only to see that Eliot closed his eyes as if he was asleep.

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She made so many dished. How could he just fell asleep?

Sydnee really wanted to wake him up with a slap. But she just filled another glass of water on the table, then went into the bedroom and took a blanket to cover him. Then she turned on the air conditioner in the living room.

She had a simple meal, then tidied up the dishes and mopped the floor. Only then did she sit beside him, since Eliot's head was about to fall.

She tried to cushion him with a pillow, but it didn't work. She could only pinched her nose, sit there patiently, and lent him her shoulder.

She kept reciting in her mind, 'I should do this. Emily has done so much for me. I'm just lending my shoulder to her brother. It's no big deal.'

The room was quiet, except for the sound of the air conditioner. Feeling bored, she took out her phone to browse through photos. The other day, she was just inspecting the house, but all of a sudden, she was surrounded by a dozen estate agents who tried their best to promote the newly developed buildings.

She thought the only explanation was that she was recognized by one of the estate agents. Otherwise, how could there be so many people?

It couldn't go like this. If Mr. and Janice found out, they would definitely question her about what she had been doing. Perhaps she could no longer conceal her secret purchase of the house...

Eliot slept unsteadily. He had been in a daze these days. He was badly distressed by Emily's deceit. Compared with this, the fact that he was not Maury's biological son was no big deal.

The moment he knew that he was not Maury's biological son, he panicked. He was so scared that he didn't dare to look into Maury's eyes. However, he had never been like these days, as if his heart had been ripped out and his abdomen cut open. The agony caused him to cramp and curl up.

He had stayed with Emily since she was seven. He regarded her as the most important one. If a person kidnapped Emily and Beverly and he could only save one, he would definitely choose Emily without hesitation.

Even if the price were his own life, he would not hesitate to do so.

He would do this willingly. He was ready to protect her for the rest of his life. But the truth was ... everything was fake.

Fake.

He woke up in tears. In front of him were a turquoise sweater and a pair of lady's black non-slip shoes for winter, the black velvet of which wrapped around a thin calf. Along the calf up, a pair of slender hands came into sight. She was fairly thin. Her hands were skinny, and the joints gradually became visible as she moved.

She was browsing her phone and leafing through the photos one by one.

It was only at this moment did he realize that he was resting on her shoulder. From this angle. He could spot her phone.

The smell of food remained in the air. He took a breath and sat up slowly.

"Are you awake?" Sydnee turned around and asked him.

He noticed that she was rubbing her shoulders.

"Thank you." His voice was barely heard. Smoking had done harm to his vocal cords, so he was unable to speak clearly. He covered his throat and coughed, "Thank you."

Probably due to lack of water, his voice was hoarse and weak, like the sound of a duck which was bitten by a dog on the neck.

Sydnee fetched a cup of warm water and said, "You don't need to talk. Drink some water first. Do you want to eat? Just nod."

Eliot nodded.

Sydnee went into the kitchen again. She fried the food in the wok, and heated the rice with microwave oven.

She didn't ask anything. She just watched as Eliot finished his meal. She cleaned the bowls and chopsticks before leaving.

Eliot regained some strength and walked her to the door. Sydnee smiled at him and said, "Take a shower and have a good sleep. It's very cold outside. Goodbye."

Eliot didn't care whether she was afraid to ask him or just not interested. He knew that Sydnee was there and made him a warm meal when he was suffering.