Wait, She’s a Billionaire

Elliot’s expression immediately turned serious.

“Are you saying that you drowned when you were fifteen, and someone pushed you into the water?” Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Sheena nodded. “After that, I lost my memory until the night I married you. You intentionally stayed late at the office, and Jennifer came to find me. She said a lot of hurtful things, and I wasn’t paying attention when she pushed me into the pool from behind. My head hit the coral, and I coincidentally regained my memory,”

As the events from three years ago resurfaced, guilt pierced Elliot’s heart, and he held her even tighter.

Unaware of his changing emotions, Sheena continued, “But I genuinely can’t recall what happened to me. Occasionally, when triggered, I get fragmented images, but they don’t connect.”

After careful consideration, Elliot proposed a hypothesis. “Nana, could it be that you were injected with some drug, causing the memory loss?”

“It’s possible.”

Sheena touched her chest, calmed herself down, and nestled into Elliot’s embrace.

“Ell, I’ve been feeling anxious after the constant nightmares these days. It feels like something bad is about to happen.”

Elliot could not help but feel tense himself.

He reassured Sheena, “Maybe it’s just stress from work. Don’t overthink it. How about taking a few days off to clear your mind?”

Sheena pondered for a moment. “Well, I have a lot on my plate lately. I won’t feel at ease if I don’t finish my tasks.”

Leaving Elliot’s embrace, she knelt on his lap, tossing her hair to the side, revealing her beautiful

back and neck.

With crossed hands, she lazily rested her head.

In a languid tone, she said, “Eli, I feel so weak after the nightmare. Can you give me a shoulder massage, like a little pampering?”

Elliot froze, scanning her from head to toe.

His Adam’s apple involuntarily moved up and down, and a strange heat began to surge within him.

Bending down, he whispered into Sheena’s ear with a husky and dry voice, “Do you have any idea how irresistible you look right now?”

Sheena turned her head, raising an eyebrow at him. “Can’t control yourself?”

Elliot gathered the loose strands of hair on her face and tucked them behind her ear.

He sighed softly. “The one lying on my lap right now is my future wife. Should I really try to control myself?”

“Hurry with the massage. Focus on your work. If the service is subpar, you might just get punished!”

Sheena playfully grunted, closing her eyes in blissful relaxation.

Elliot stared at her profile, silently accusing her of teasing and torturing him.

No man could withstand it!

Elliot was infuriated.

In the midst of his silent frustration, Sheena urged, “Hurry up, I want to sleep after the massage.”

Elliot immediately dropped his fierce and resentful expression, becoming an obedient lamb and dutifully massaging her shoulders.

Since Sheena became pregnant, her physical condition could not match what it used to be, and she often felt tired and sore all over.

A few days ago, Elliot specifically consulted an expert to learn massage techniques for this purpose. His long and slender fingertips applied just the right amount of pressure, and his massage skills were

excellent.

It did not take long for Sheena to fall asleep on his lap.

“Nana?” Elliot called out gently.

After confirming that the delicate figure in his arms had truly fallen asleep, he cautiously patted her waist and gave a few more soothing rubs.

This served as his reward for the half–hour effort he put into the massage that left his hands slightly fatigued.