Wait, She’s a Billionaire

Chapter 460

Elliot could not help but wonder if he or Sheena was the odd one in this relationship.

He was about to explain when Sheena, suddenly fearing he might reveal

something she could not handle, said, “Forget it. Don’t say anything for now. Let me calm myself down.”

She released his cheek, gently moving him away from her, stood up, and loomed over him.

“Considering your previously unknown audacious behavior and the possibility of having some peculiar preferences, I’ve decided to observe you for a while!”

“Don’t expect to cuddle with me at night. I’ll be sleeping in the adjacent room during this time, and I’ll be locking the door! You better behave! If you dare to pick the lock at midnight, I’ll chop off both your hands! I’ll chop ‘that‘ off if you. dare to sneak into my bed!”

Sheena stared at his legs and made a chopping motion with her hand, her gaze sharp and her tone threatening.

“Nana…”

Elliot felt so wronged.

Just when he had managed to be hers, he had to wait instead.

Elliot sighed in dismay, wanting to reach for her hand, but she was already walking away. NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

Ignoring his attempts to act cute, Sheena turned and left, adding, “Behave and rest well. If you dare to complain once more, I won’t talk to you for a whole month.‘

Elliot was left speechless by this inexplicable gag order, weakly watching her exit the bedroom and closing the door behind her. He wanted to go after her and explain, but the thought of Sheena ignoring him for a month was unbearable.

Even a single day was too much!

Elliot found himself in a dilemma, unable to express his feelings.

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With Sheena’s threat hanging over him, Elliot refrained from causing any trouble these past few days.

For two consecutive days, Sheena took care of him tirelessly. With her watchful eyes ensuring he took medication and changed bandages on time, Elliot’s external injuries significantly improved.

However, aside from tending to Elliot, Sheena did not let the Angle Group work slide.

During Elliot’s afternoon nap, she called Wendy in Farlem.

“Yes, Skye Zimmer, Phoebe Chamberlain, Abel Graham… these artists are my key development targets. Transfer them to the Svelton headquarters, I want to oversee their progress personally.”

“Also, tomorrow is the ribbon–cutting ceremony for Svelton’s Angle Group tower. It must go off without a hitch. Have the invitations been sent out? Double- check that all the big shots in the entertainment industry have received them and provide me with a list of those who have confirmed attendance. If there are any issues, notify me immediately..

While Sheena was making a call in the garden, Lionel discreetly snuck into Elliot’s room.

Elliot quietly went to the bathroom while Sheena was immersed in her work. He spat out blood and then cleaned the sink to erase any traces.

Lionel walked in just in time to witness it. “Mr. Jenkins, how about finding an excuse to go to the lab tomorrow or the day after for another test? I feel like you’ve been coughing up blood more frequently.”

Elliot declined, “No need. It’s my body, and I know it well. For now, there shouldn’t be a big problem. Did you bring the suppressant?”

Lionel retrieved the suppressant, quickly disinfected the area, and expertly injected it into Elliot’s neck vein.

Elliot’s dark eyes gently narrowed. Although the injection was painful, he seemed used to the days when he had to rely on suppressants to survive.

Remembering the punch he took from Corey a few days ago, Lionel wore at displeased expression. “Mr. Jenkins, don’t overexert yourself next time. If Professor Y hadn’t given you an extra dose of suppressant to enhance its effect, considering the severity of your injuries that day, you would have passed out on the spot.”

It was highly likely that if Elliot had fainted, Sheena would have discovered the truth about his condition.

Elliot, understanding this, kept his head low, silent.

Lionel sighed, pocketing the used syringe, intending to take it out discreetly.

Just as he stood up, a crisp and playful voice echoed outside the door.

“What suppressant are you talking about?”

Sheena leaned against the doorway, observing Elliot in bed, and then glancing at the nervous Lionel.