Chapter 1277

The cemetery? Sheena raised an eyebrow in suspicion, gazing at Elliot's gentle and handsome demeanor. Of course, she knew who was buried there. Before she knew Elliot's faked death, she had spent half a year at Farlem because of that gravestone. Elliot's large, gentle hand caressed her soft cheek, smiling as he asked, "What's on your mind, honey?" "Are you visiting Elijah? What secrets are you hiding from me about the Freeman family? Is that secret related to me?" Elliot's slender fingers gently stroked her cheek, his gaze unreadable, leaving Sheena somewhat puzzled. He said softly, "Nana, you hardly ate at the Freeman mansion, and you seem gloomy. You must be worried about this. I really can't hide anything from you. I'm sorry for ruining your appetite and making you worry." Sheena lightly patted his hand, scolding, "I'm glad you realized that. As husband and wife, we need to be open with each other. Come on, spill the beans." Elliot took her hand, earnestly kissing