Wait, She’s a Billionaire

She was indeed wrong in certain parts, and seeing Elliot voluntarily kneel on the washboard, the little spark of anger in her heart instantly extinguished, replaced by a mix of guilt and sympathy.

Sheena walked over and gently poked Elliot’s shoulder, offering him a way out.

“Alright, can we stop fighting?”

Elliot snorted, ignoring her.

Sheena patiently continued, “I haven’t had dinner yet. You dragged me back here, and now I’m hungry. Eli, please cook for me.”

“I’m still kneeling. I’m busy!”

Elliot continued kneeling, taking out his phone from his pocket to send a message.

“I’ll ask Jacintha to prepare some dishes and bring them to you.”

Sheena persisted, poking his shoulder again. “But I want your cooking. And if Jacintha comes will surely follow. Are you still going to kneel when he’s here? If Lionel sees you this way, will he secretly make fun of you?”

Lionel

Elliot’s typing hand suddenly halted. However, he quickly figured out a solution. “I’ll tell them earlier that Lionel isn’t allowed to come in, and Jacintha will just drop the food outside the gate. Then, Paul can help bring it into the dining room.

Sheena remained silent.

It seemed this stubborn man was not easy to appease.

She bent down, circled her arms around him, took the phone before he could finish typing, and pressed her cheek against his face, softly rubbing.

“Stop being stubborn. What do you want me to do for you to get up?”

Elliot gritted his teeth, feeling the gentle touch of her skin against his, which somewhat soothed the frustration within him.

After a moment’s thought, he sullenly said, “Say you’re sorry. Promise you won’t lie to me again and won’t let other men kiss your hands or even your hair! Also, no more solo dinners with other men!”

Sheena sighed. “It was work–related! I invited him to dinner to discuss collaboration. Besides, I’ve explained already. Things aren’t as you imagine. Kissing the hand is part of Laubabwe’s culture. It’s quite normal!‘

“You still don’t see where you went wrong! And you still think you’re in the right!”

Elliot was furious. He forcefully pulled her slender arms away, breaking free.

“Leave me alone and let me reflect on this properly.

Sheena, feeling frustrated, sat back on the bed, watching him from a distance.

“I agree! You really need some self–reflection. It’s been a while since I’ve straightened you out, and you’ve become quite arrogant, haven’t you?

“You let your imaginations run wild and created a fuss for no reason, even resorting to violence. I’ve given you several chances, but you’re just being stubborn!

“Also, how many times did you shout at me tonight?”

Elliot’s back stiffened slightly. “I don’t remember, I lost count.

With a touch of annoyance, Sheena said, “Let’s go with ‘don’t remember‘ for the count then. Kneeling for one night might not lead to proper reflection, so let’s start with a full day and night. What do you think?”

Elliot felt his chest aching and his nose tingling with the sensation of impending tears, the mistiness in his eyes resurfacing. Even so, he chose to remain silent. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Sheena, sitting cross–legged on the edge of the bed, took a deep breath. This was the first time they had fought so fiercely since reconciling.

Thinking about the twins in her belly, she drew another deep breath, striving to control her negative emotions. She decided not to look at the man by the wall, letting him suffer a little.

Taking out her phone, Sheena continued to work.

The room quickly fell into a tense silence.

Their argument lasted for over ten minutes, and now she had left Elliot hanging for over half an hour.

His knees were getting increasingly painful.

Elliot frowned, his breathing gradually becoming heavier, cold sweat forming on his forehead.

Though Sheena was engrossed in her phone, she secretly glanced at the man by the wall, taking in his pained expression.

Sheena sighed, unable to bear it any longer.