Wait, She’s a Billionaire

Chapter 459

Sheena stared at Elijah, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. Then, she purposely spoke with a hint of sorrow, “Since Eli is sleeping so soundly, I feel much relief. I think it’s better for me to return to the Lawson estate and let Lionel take care of him. I’ll come to check on him in a couple of days.”

She pretended to move his head away, signaling her intention to get up. However, the man on her lap wrapped her waist firmly and buried his head in her embrace. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Lionel is not gentle, and he can’t take care of me well. Nana, I want you…”

His voice sounded oddly soft, surprisingly somewhat pitiful.

Suppressing her laughter, Sheena pushed him away playfully. “That won’t do. All my belongings are at the Lawson estate, and I need to go back.”

In a swift motion, Elliot sat up, grabbed the phone from the bedside table, and called Lionel.

“Tomorrow, go shopping. Nana wears size small, shoe size 34. Buy all those. pretty necklaces, earrings, and accessories. Fill up all the wardrobes in the mansion.

After giving instructions, he promptly ended the call.

While Sheena was still processing what had just happened, he nestled back into her arms.

Despite being 1.88m tall, he managed to look frail and sickly, almost easier to topple than her.

Unnoticed by her, Elliot smirked.

Now, Sheena would not even think about moving out again!

Sheena did not know his intention, but she was puzzled by his previous statement to Lionel. She inquired, “How did you know I wear a small size?”

“I’ve hugged you.”

Alright, she was slender. Anyone with a bit of insight could guess that. However…

Sheena raised an eyebrow suspiciously. “But how did you know my shoe size?”

Elliot fell silent, wondering if he had exposed something. As Sheena observed his silence, she figured he must be thinking about another scheme.

As long as he was being silent, he was up to mischief!

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Sheena firmly pinched his cheek.

Elliot hissed in pain, frowning as he continued acting like a victim. “Easy there. I’m injured…”

Why did she always manage to pinpoint every opportunity to tease him?

Elliot felt quite frustrated.

Sheena ignored his plea and pressed on, “Come clean. When did this happen?”

“Last time you got drunk at Eros Bar, I carried you to the hotel and took care of you all night, and I wiped your face and washed your feet. Also, the other day when you got drunk here. Only those two times!”

He had noticed her petite feet by chance. Comparing them to his hands, he realized Sheena’s feet were even smaller.

Sheena’s face instantly turned red, her toes unconsciously curling. The idea that Elliot had secretly washed her feet while she was drunk was beyond embarrassing. She tightened her grip on his cheek, causing Elliot’s brows to furrow even more, and he let out another pained yelp.

“Besides that, have you done anything inappropriate to my feet, Elliot? Do you have some kind of fetish? Be honest with me!” Sheena stared at him with a probing gaze, a suggestive glint in her eyes.

Elliot was puzzled.

What on earth was going on?