Wait, She’s a Billionaire

Chapter 461

Lionel stood with his back to Sheena, not immediately turning around but exchanging a subtle glance with Elliot.

Sheena looked nonchalant, a bit bewildered. She had just finished a call and heard Lionel and Elliot talking in the room from a distance. However, she only caught a few unfamiliar keywords due to the distance.

“Hm?” Seeing both of them silent, Sheena’s eyes darted between the two.

Lionel turned around, noting her expression, which seemed genuinely clueless. He smiled as he explained, “The suppressant is a lab medication, but Mr. Jenkins and I were discussing classified National Investigation Bureau mission details. It might not be suitable to share with Ms. Sheena.”

“Really?” Sheena tilted her head, looking at Elliot.

Elliot nodded. “Are you curious? If you really want to know, I can tell you.”

After some thought, Sheena said, “Never mind. Since it’s classified, don’t tell me. I’m not that interested.”

Elliot and Lionel both secretly breathed sighs of relief.

“Well, Ms. Sheena, you two continue. I’ll head out.”

Sheena nodded, and as Lionel left, she sat on Elliot’s bed, checking the wound on his chest, which had improved over the past two days. In reality, she was not genuinely angry with him these past two days. She just used it as an excuse to sleep in separate rooms intentionally, fearing he might get restless at night and try to tempt her into some mischief.

For the sake of his wound healing faster, there must be strictly no touching!

However, despite the wound healing, why were the vivid marks on his body still so clear?

It was strange.

Sheena frowned, glancing coldly at Elliot. However, she noticed he was avoiding her gaze.

“It’s been days. Why haven’t these marks on you faded at all? You didn’t do this to yourself, did you?“/

“Impossible!” Elliot adamantly denied it. “I would never do something so weird. But it was your artwork. Consider it a keepsake, maybe?” NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Sheena raised a skeptical eyebrow, clearly still having doubts.

“Nana, 1 want to take a shower.” Elliot interrupted her train of thought, his deep. black eyes locked onto hers.

Sheena immediately rejected the idea. “No, you can’t. Your wound hasn’t

completely healed, and water is off–limits. I’ll ask Lionel to come in and help you wipe down.”

Elliot felt frustrated and complained, “Last time, you said you were the only one allowed to see my body. Now you want Lionel to handle me?”

Sheena looked at his expression and touched his handsome face. Suddenly, her eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief, and she smirked.

She slowly approached Elliot, her soft voice incredibly enticing. “Eli, if you want me to attend to you, that’s not impossible. But before that, I have a surprise for you, a little something you’ll surely enjoy.”

Elliot’s eyes lit up, a slight flutter in his heart.

Sheena added, “I’ll help you later after we’re done with that. This way, you won’t need to be wiped down twice.”

Elliot concealed the anticipation in his eyes, giving a calm and steady response,” Alright.”

“Eli, just wait a moment. I’ll go next door to get something.”

Get something?

Elliot faintly sensed that something was amiss.

Sheena darted off to the adjacent bedroom, then returned with quick, light steps. As she entered again, hands behind her back, she wore a mysterious expression. She then kicked off her shoes, climbed onto the bed, and slowly straddled him, knees resting on the mattress.

With her fingertips, she patiently undid the remaining buttons on his shirt. Occasionally, her chilly fingers would accidentally brush against his warm skin.

It felt like a subtle, intentional tease, and his breath quickened in response.

Was this the exact same prelude as that day in the hospital? Had Sheena finally come to terms with it?