Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson)

Chapter 551

Sheena closed her eyes, silently expressing her affection for him.

Elliot, staring in awe, felt a profound emotional response within.

After the kisses, Sheena asked, “Does it hurt?”

Elliot initially intended to say ‘not much’, but recalling the excruciating price he paid last time for such

an answer, he quickly changed his answer.

He pouted, “It hurts…”

With an approving gaze, Sheena teasingly remarked, “Oh, so you’ve learned your lesson! This time,

you know to say it hurts. Looks like enduring it wasn’t in vain.”

After a few more kisses to his palm, Sheena stood up, returned the ruler to the drawer, and retrieved

the anti-inflammatory ointment. She applied the ointment to his palm and knees, blowing kisses on

them.

“In the future, just tell me when something’s bothering you. If the medicine tastes bitter, discuss it with

me earlier. There’s no need for all these troubles, alright?”

Elliot nodded, looking at her with tender eyes, feeling content.

Days with her were sweet, even with the small conflicts.

Just as he was immersed in the moment, Sheena’s next words completely caught him off guard.

She said, “Actually, I had planned to let you off tonight. Bringing you back to the room was just to

apply ointment to your knees. Who knew you’d enjoy acting so much, clueless about your mistakes and

eager to be punished.”

His spine stiffened as he stared blankly at his left palm.

So, Sheena was telling him that this beating was a result of his own performance??

His inner turmoil reached a new height, and the wounds on his palm seemed to ache even more.

Weakly, he retreated into Sheena’s embrace, his handsome features expressing sorrow and distress.

“Nana, don’t leave. Sleep with me. Please?”

Sheena was momentarily stunned. She wiped the remaining ointment off her fingertips with a wet wipe

and then gently touched his face.

“No. Wait until you’re feeling better. If you really want to share a bed, then commit to taking your

medicine and exercising. Get well soon.”

“But…”

Winter was approaching, and given his health condition, he was not sure if he could make it through

until next spring. After much contemplation, he decided not to say anything, just watching Sheena

leave the room.

Since Sheena had a day off the next day, she stayed with Elliot at the mansion all day. As a result,

Lionel did not get a chance to come and apologize.

Anxious and sleepless for two nights, Lionel waited until the third day when Sheena went back to work.

He came to supervise Elliot taking his medication at noon.

He knocked on the study’s door, feeling uneasy.

“Come in,” came a deep and steady voice, devoid of any emotion. NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Lionel took a deep breath and cautiously opened the door, lifting the bead curtain as he approached

Elliot with heavy steps.

Elliot stopped typing on his keyboard, looking at Lionel coldly.

Lionel shivered, but he still put on a smile, trying to appease Elliot.

“Mr. Jenkins, about the night before yesterday… H-How did it go with you and Ms. Sheena?”

“Quite well. Thanks to you, I got a spanking of forty strokes from Nana!”

Elliot’s gaze was as cold as ice, and he did not spare any mercy, placing the blame squarely on Lionel.

Lionel was stunned, and he felt a pain in his hand.

Before he could start his act of crying and begging for mercy, Elliot continued, “I heard there’s a small

country called Thiran that’s recruiting a lot of coal miners lately. I think you’d be a good fit.

How about I transfer you there?”

“What?”