Wait She s a Billionaire ( Sheena Lawson ) Chapter 1062
Wait, She’s a Billionaire ( Sheena Lawson )
Chapter 1062
âNo need for that. Itâs late, and Iâve already called you in for overtime. I canât ask you to watch over her again. Go get some sleep, and Iâll call for you when this IV drip is
done.â
Seeing Elliot in such a state but still determined to stay by Sheenaâs side, Yosef could not help but recall when Sheena had brought medicine over late at night for testing.
âYour bond is truly admirable. If only you could have a peaceful life without all these
trials,â Yosef remarked.
Elliot squeezed Sheenaâs hand. âWeâll get through these challenges together. Myself,
Nana, and our two kids. Weâll find happiness no matter what.â
âWell, Iâll stay with you then. I doubt I could sleep anyway.â
Yosef sighed, pulling up a chair and sitting beside Elliot.
Noticing the bruises and cuts on Elliotâs wrists, Yosef leaned in for a closer look.
âElliot, these wounds look serious, especially on your wrists. Theyâre quite visible and
hard to hide.â
Elliot glanced casually at his wrists and replied, âItâs nothing. Iâll take care of it.â
Yosef sighed again. He was about to pat Elliotâs back but remembered the injuries
covering his body.
Eventually, he withdrew his hand and suggested, âElliot, what about the wounds on your back? They need attention too. Sit down and let me help you apply some
ointment.â
Elliot shook his head in refusal. âI already applied some ointment before coming here.
and used an antiâinflammatory spray for my back. Itâs nothing serious and doesnât
affect my daily life, so I donât need your special antiâinflammatory medication.â
Seeing Elliotâs determination, Yosef did not push further. Besides, he knew he could
not change Elliotâs mind.
So, he silently stayed by Elliotâs side, keeping him company as they watched over
Sheenaâs IV drip together.
After more than an hour of staying awake, Elliot struggled to remain standing, leaning against the bed with his eyes closed, trying to ease his pain.
Yosef expressed his concern, saying, âElliot, if Sheena has another episode
tomorrow, just give her the strong sedative injection. Donât risk yourself being a punching bag again. Look at your injuries! I donât think you can take another beating.â
Elliot remained silent, focusing on regulating his breathing.
Yosef continued to brainstorm ideas, trying to help.
âHow about this? Tomorrow night, you wear some protective gear. Itâs better than enduring Sheenaâs outbursts with your own body.â
Elliot casually brushed off, âWeâll talk about tomorrow nightâs plan tomorrow night. Tonight, I just want to focus on being with Sheena during her IV drip.â
He suddenly recalled about the treatment and asked, âWill tonightâs IV drip have a
significant effect on Nanaâs manic episodes?â
Yosef replied, âIt doesnât work that fast. Itâll take at least a week before we see
noticeable improvements.â
Elliot remained composed. âAlright. Everythingâs fine as long as it helps cure her
illness.â
After Sheena finished her IV drip, Elliot carefully carried her out of the lab, with Yosef
assisting nearby.
Soon enough, they arrived back at the Jenkins estate.
As Elliot strolled through the winding alleys of the estate, it was already 4.30 a.m.
With about four hours left to sleep, he planned to wake up around 8.30 a.m. to
prepare Sheena breakfast and continue with her dietary therapy.
After a night of turmoil, Elliot finally lay in bed. Since his body was bruised and
battered, he was unsure whether to lie on his back or stomach.
Opting to sleep on his side, he held Sheena close to him.
Closing his eyes, Elliot could finally let go of his exhaustion and drifted off to sleep
within minutes.
The next day at noon, perhaps due to the IV drip, Sheena woke up feeling refreshed and much more energetic than yesterday.
Hearing footsteps, she sat up in bed.
A minute later, Elliot, dressed neatly in a suit and tie, walked into the bedroom carrying a bowl.
Sheena gazed at him, her expression serious.
The repetitive pattern of the last three days felt eerie, but she suppressed her suspicion and did not ask anything.
She waited until Elliot sat beside the bed before asking, âWhatâs for today?â
Elliotâs face was slightly pale as he replied softly, âSeafood chowder.â
Sheena silently observed him approaching, assessing his condition.
In a calm tone, she questioned, âWhatâs been going on with me lately? Why do I feel exhausted every day, and even though Iâm feeling slightly better today, I slept until
noon.â
Elliot sat down gently on the edge of the bed, his slender fingers lightly stirring the soup bowl as he replied, âPerhaps itâs the change of seasons, Nana, and youâre feeling a bit sluggish. Itâs normal.â
âIs it?â Sheena frowned slightly, studying Elliotâs handsome face.
When he offered her a spoonful of soup, she reached out and grabbed his wrist.
âNo need. I want to eat by myself today.â
Though it was a casual gesture, Elliotâs brow furrowed slightly, and the skin on hist wrist almost instinctively trembled.
Sheena immediately noticed that something was off.