Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson)

Chapter 1058

Elliot felt relieved that he had taken the babies to Santiago beforehand. Otherwise, the commotion would have likely frightened them.

Sheena’s one-sided outburst and assault lasted for over half an hour, with each blow delivered with full force as she lost control of herself.

Under the relentless intensity of her venting, she quickly exhausted herself. Elliot swiftly stepped forward as the whooshing sound ceased, catching Sheena as she collapsed from exhaustion into his arms. Exactly as Yosef had described, Sheena’s energy drained after releasing her emotions, and she fell asleep alone.

Finally ending tonight's ordeal, Elliot breathed a sigh of relief as he tucked Sheenal back into bed and covered her with a blanket.

After waiting a few minutes to ensure she was truly asleep, he carefully sat on the edge of the bed, enduring the pain in his buttocks, and assessed his own condition.

His pajamas were torn in many places, rendered useless.

His body bore marks of abuse everywhere, with deep red and purple welts from the belt, and some parts of his skin were already broken.

Sheena was surprisingly strong.

He sighed in resignation, enduring the pain throughout his body as he went downstairs to the kitchen to apply an ice pack to his face.

Fetching the first aid kit, he sat on the couch, applying anti-inflammatory cream to reachable wounds and spraying his back with anti-inflammatory spray, skillfully tending to his injuries.

Then, he returned to the bedroom and cleaned up the glass shards from the broken lamp on the floor. Once Elliot was done, it was already around 3 a.m.

He changed into a fresh set of pajamas, bandaging his wounds securely before cautiously slipping into bed, testing the waters by cudding up to Sheena to sleep.

Sheena slept until noon, awakened by the aroma of Elliot's vegetable beef soup.

As she fully woke up, she did not find any traces of the broken lamp and torn pajamas from last night’s scuffle, meticulously cleaned up by Elliot.

Sheena was perplexed, wondering why she felt exhausted and weak.

Soon, Elliot entered the room carrying a bowl of soup.

Setting the soup bowl on the bedside table, he helped her prop up her pillow and settle against the headboard.

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How could she not feel tired after beating him for over an hour last night?

Even though he was frustrated, Elliot flashed a loving smile and said, “Nana, you seemed to have had a nightmare last night. Maybe that’s why you didn’t sleep well,

hence feeling tired.”

“Really?” Sheena was skeptical. “Even if | had a nightmare, would it make me so

tired? And why can’t | remember anything?”

Elliot remained composed. “You were indeed drained last night. You fell asleep while

watching a movie, and | carried you back to the room to rest.”

Sheena could not shake off her suspicion.

She looked at him doubtfully and asked, “Honey, did you... do anything to me while | was asleep?” Elliot sat by the bed, picking up the bowl and stirring the soup patiently to cool it down.

“No, Honey. I’m a gentleman, and even when it comes to sex, | seek your consent. No forced intimacy here.” Naturally, Sheena believed him.

She watched him stir the soup, admiring his handsome face.

However, something felt amiss.

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She trailed off, squinting her eyes as she examined his face.

“Why does your left cheek look slightly plumper than the right?”

Elliot gracefully continued to blow on the spoonful of soup, offering it to Sheena. “Well, human facial features aren’t perfectly symmetrical. Maybe I’ve been using my left side more while eating, hence the asymmetry.”

Sheena accepted his explanation and did not press further.

Opening her mouth, she took a sip of the soup he offered, enjoying his thoughtful gesture.

Waking up from her nap, Sheena turned to grab her phone from the bedside table to check the time and any work messages, only to realize that something was amiss in

the bedroom. She exclaimed, “Honey, I’ve just noticed something strange. Where’s my bedside.

lamp?”