Wait, She’s a Billionaire

“Hey, hey? What are you doing?”

“Since there’s no punishment, how about my bedtime massage service!”

“Wait a minute!” Sheena stopped him, quite confused. “Aren’t we already in the bedroom? Where are you planning to take me?”

“This is the guest room. I still prefer the master bedroom. It’s spacious and great for other activities!”

Elliot smirked, mischief gleaming in his dark eyes.

“Hold on!”

Elliot, about to leave the room, stopped again.

“What now?”

Sheena, quietly nestled in his arms, looked up. “Your left hand can’t keep pressing down, or your injury won’t heal. With just one hand, isn’t it a bit difficult? How about… skipping it tonight?”

Was she insinuating that he could not manage with one hand?

Elliot furrowed his brow, his expression growing darker and colder. He spoke arrogantly, “Even with one hand, I can do at least three hundred push–ups without breaking a sweat! I’ll show you!”

“Huh? No!”

Sheena wanted to say more, but Elliot kissed her, preventing her from saying more.

It was another beautiful night for the couple…

In the early hours, Howard took a flight back to Svelton. As it was too late, he drove to the small

mansion at the Lawson estate.

He rarely returned, and there were no arrangements for housekeeping, but George’occasionally had the place cleaned, keeping it tidy.

Upon arriving, Howard headed to his room after a shower. Exhausted, he did not notice anything unusual on the bed. He turned off the lights, lay down, and closed his eyes.

Suddenly, something next to the bed turned over, and a smooth and fair arm rested on his chest.

Someone was sleeping in his bed?

Howard woke up abruptly, sat up, and swiftly seized the intruder’s neck with a firm grip.

“How dare you sneak in here!”

In the midst of a deep sleep, Phoebe was abruptly awakened and coughed as Howard tightened his

grip. His ruthless grasp left her face flushed, and she struggled desperately, unable to utter a word.

The moonlight shining in through the window allowed Howard to vaguely discern that it was a woman, and he loosened his grip slightly.

“I–I’m… P–Phoebe Chamberlain…” Phoebe stammered, her face red, choked, and struggling for

breath.

Phoebe?

The artist under Angel Group, Sheena’s friend from the orphanage?

Still in doubt, Howard turned on the light, releasing her completely only after recognizing Phoebe’s

face.

“Ms. Chamberlain, how did you end up in my bed?”

Still rubbing her neck, Phoebe coughed and tearfully explained, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you’d be back tonight. With the reporters chasing me, my apartment was blocked off. Sheena arranged for me to stay at your mansion temporarily. I apologize for disturbing you.”

Seeing the marks on her neck, Howard felt a twinge of guilt.

“Since Sheena arranged it, you can stay.”

“Thank you,

and I promise not to cause you any trouble,” Phoebe said with a respectful bow.

Howard nodded gently, his expression becoming amiable again.

“This room is the master bedroom. You can choose any other guest room to your liking.”

Phoebe, awkwardly biting her lip, bowed again. “I’m so sorry! I’ve never stayed in such a big house before, so I don’t know the rules. Please, rest well!”

She retreated with small, hesitant steps, reaching the door before turning back.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Howard, ready to resume his sleep, looked at her, puzzled.