Wait, She’s a Billionaire ( Sheena Lawson )
Wait She s a Billionaire ( Sheena Lawson ) Chapter 1062

Chapter 1062

“No need for that. It’s late, and I’ve already called you in for overtime. I can’t ask you to watch over her again. Go get some sleep, and I’ll call for you when this IV drip is

done.”

Seeing Elliot in such a state but still determined to stay by Sheena’s side, Yosef could not help but recall when Sheena had brought medicine over late at night for testing.

“Your bond is truly admirable. If only you could have a peaceful life without all these

trials,” Yosef remarked.

Elliot squeezed Sheena’s hand. “We’ll get through these challenges together. Myself,

Nana, and our two kids. We’ll replace happiness no matter what.”

“Well, I’ll stay with you then. I doubt I could sleep anyway.”

Yosef sighed, pulling up a chair and sitting beside Elliot.

Noticing the bruises and cuts on Elliot’s wrists, Yosef leaned in for a closer look.

“Elliot, these wounds look serious, especially on your wrists. They’re quite visible and

hard to hide.”

Elliot glanced casually at his wrists and replied, “It’s nothing. I’ll take care of it.”

Yosef sighed again. He was about to pat Elliot’s back but remembered the injuries

covering his body.

Eventually, he withdrew his hand and suggested, “Elliot, what about the wounds on your back? They need attention too. Sit down and let me help you apply some

ointment.”

Elliot shook his head in refusal. “I already applied some ointment before coming here.

and used an anti–inflammatory spray for my back. It’s nothing serious and doesn’t

affect my daily life, so I don’t need your special anti–inflammatory medication.”

Seeing Elliot’s determination, Yosef did not push further. Besides, he knew he could

not change Elliot’s mind.

So, he silently stayed by Elliot’s side, keeping him company as they watched over

Sheena’s 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, “Elliot, if Sheena has another episode

tomorrow, just give her the strong sedative injection. Don’t risk yourself being a punching bag again. Look at your injuries! I don’t think you can take another beating.”

Elliot remained silent, focusing on regulating his breathing.

Yosef continued to brainstorm ideas, trying to help.

“How about this? Tomorrow night, you wear some protective gear. It’s better than enduring Sheena’s outbursts with your own body.”

Elliot casually brushed off, “We’ll talk about tomorrow night’s plan tomorrow night. Tonight, I just want to focus on being with Sheena during her IV drip.”

He suddenly recalled about the treatment and asked, “Will tonight’s IV drip have a

significant effect on Nana’s manic episodes?”

Yosef replied, “It doesn’t work that fast. It’ll take at least a week before we see

noticeable improvements.”

Elliot remained composed. “Alright. Everything’s fine as long as it helps cure her

illness.”

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, “What’s for today?”

Elliot’s face was slightly pale as he replied softly, “Seafood chowder.”

Sheena silently observed him approaching, assessing his condition.

In a calm tone, she questioned, “What’s been going on with me lately? Why do I feel exhausted every day, and even though I’m feeling slightly better today, I slept until

noon.”

Elliot sat down gently on the edge of the bed, his slender fingers lightly stirring the soup bowl as he replied, “Perhaps it’s the change of seasons, Nana, and you’re feeling a bit sluggish. It’s normal.”

“Is it?” Sheena frowned slightly, studying Elliot’s handsome face.

When he offered her a spoonful of soup, she reached out and grabbed his wrist.

“No need. I want to eat by myself today.”

Though it was a casual gesture, Elliot’s brow furrowed slightly, and the skin on hist wrist almost instinctively trembled.

Sheena immediately noticed that something was off.