Wait, She’s a Billionaire

The whole day had been unbearable!

Sheena, caught off guard by Elliot’s embrace, took a step back before regaining her balance. Worried about any sudden movements that might spill the stew she was holding, she quickly raised her arm to keep the container at a safe distance.

In order to comfort him, she spoke in a softer tone, “It’s the first day of winter, and it’s getting really cold. I planned to make beef stew, but I got off work too late and didn’t have time to cook it myself. So, I went to the nearby restaurant to buy it, and that’s why it took a bit longer.

Elliot buried his face in her neck, savoring the delightful scent on her, his voice husky and muffled as he replied, “I don’t want to eat beef stew….

‘I just want you!‘ Elliot finished his sentence in his mind.

Sheena sighed quietly, intending to console him by patting the back of his head, but she realized both her hands were occupied with takeout bags.

Helpless, she could only use words to soothe him, “Now, now. Are you hungry? Let’s go inside and eat. Once I get through this busy period, I’ll be with you every day, alright?”

“How long are you going to be busy?”

“Probably… just these few days.

Elliot’s displeasure was obvious. “What’s going on with Angle Group recently? Why do you still need to be busy for a few more days?”

His questions caught Sheena by surprise, and she thought for a moment before responding, “I recently recruited a new batch of artists, and I’m still training them. Since they’re all newcomers, I need to personally handle it to ensure they’re on the right track. Also… I’m planning some new collaborations, so it’s quite busy.”

Elliot was annoyed, sulking against her shoulder.

long time.

Sheena was highly career–oriented, a fact he had known for a long

However… his time on earth was dwindling away with each passing second.

During this precious time, could she not accompany him more?

Nonetheless, Elliot would never voice these personal and emotional complaints. He supported any

decision or choice she made.

Even if she said she wanted to leave him now, he would not stop her.

Sheena, lost in her thoughts about Nathaniel, snapped back when a twinge of pain shot through her lower back in this position. “Come on, let’s eat our beef stew.”

During dinner, both had something weighing on their minds

After the meal, as per their routine, Sheena went to his bedroom to spend a few hours with him until he fell asleep, then returned to her own room to rest.

Just as Sheena settled onto Elliot’s bed, a sudden realization struck her–Lionel had not reported on

his medication.

Concerned, she asked, “Did you take your evening pills?”

Elliot froze up slightly. There was a hint of guilt in his eyes. “No.”

Those pills were hardly effective, and they tasted bitter.

He just did not want to bother with them.

“Wait here. I’ll get them for you.

Sheena got up and, within a few minutes, returned with warm water and the pill organizer.

Looking up at her, Elliot adopted a weak tone and asked, “You came back so late tonight. How about some special medication service as a reward for waiting for you?

“Sure, I’ll feed you.

She sat down, indulgently massaging his head, drinking the water, and kissing him as she swiftly inserted two pills into his mouth in one go.

Despite her attempts to make it go as smoothly as possible, Elliot still caught on.

Elliot swallowed and immediately frowned. “Nana, you’re trying to take the easy way out! You must feed me one by one!” Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Having worked tirelessly all day, Sheena intended to relax slightly.

She retorted, “We kiss every day. Feeding you one by one means more than a dozen kisses. Aren’t you

tired of that?”

Elliot’s face turned pale instantly. “Are you… already tired of it?”

Noticing his change in mood, Sheena immediately realized that patients tend to be a bit more

suspicious and sensitive. Hence, it was necessary to stroke their ego gently.

She quickly planted two kisses on him and comforted him. “How could I ever get tired of it? I enjoy it every day. Come on, let’s continue!”

Just as they were about to continue, her phone rang.

She glanced at it–no caller ID, an unknown number.

However, as she silently recited the digits, her gaze turned icy.

Why would Nathaniel call her so late at night?

Elliot turned to look. “Who’s calling you at this hour?”