Wait, She’s a Billionaire ( Sheena Lawson )
Wait She s a Billionaire ( Sheena Lawson ) Chapter 983

Chapter 983

“Yes, I understand. Leave it to me,” Lionel reassured.

After returning to the Jenkins estate, they parted ways in the winding alleyways.

Lionel headed back to his own mansion, where Jacintha likely had dinner prepared and waiting for

him.

Elliot returned to E&S Haven, where he had already made a habit of preparing a hot meal before Sheena returned home so they could enjoy it together.

Sheena was busy with matters at the Lawson Group and also helping Howard with Phoebe’s

treatment.

When Sheena returned home more than half an hour later, Elliot had just finished preparing the final dish and served it on the table.

They enjoyed a harmonious and sweet dinner together.

Before going to bed, Elliot took a shower.

Sheena noticed a shirt casually thrown on the bed and tidied it up, intending to toss it into the laundry basket.

However, the moment she picked up the shirt, she detected a faintly unusual scent.

It was the smell of cigarette smoke.

Sheena never smoked, and for the sake of their babies‘ health, she had strictly forbidden Elliot from smoking. Hence, she was very sensitive to this odor.

Did Elliot smoke today without telling her?

As the sound of water stopped in the bathroom, Elliot emerged, towel wrapped around his waist, wiping the water droplets from his hair.

However, he noticed the strange atmosphere in the room and was puzzled.

He turned around and saw Sheena sitting on the edge of the bed, holding the shirt he had just

taken off.

Her expression was stern, indicating that she was clearly holding back her anger.

“Honey?” Elliot called out uncertainly-

Sheena lifted Elliot’s shirt and sternly questioned him, “Explain this.”

Elliot was confused. “Explain what?”

“Playing dumb and even lying, are we?”

She turned to grab the wooden ruler from the bedside table.

It had been unused for a long time, but it still felt weighty as she held it in her hand.

Elliot’s breath hitched.

Why was she resorting to punishment? What had he done wrong?

Without further thought, he tossed the towel he had used to dry his hair onto the table and strode over, untying the towel wrapped around his waist. Then, he knelt on the bed.

However, as the cold wind blew, he felt exposed and awkwardly covered himself with the towel.

Elliot’s handsome face displayed utmost sincerity as he said, “Honey, I’ve been well–behaved all day. I haven’t done anything wrong or lied to you. Please don’t jump to conclusions and accuse

1. me.

Sheena sat on the bed, crossed her legs in front of him, and tapped his arm, signaling him to

extend his hand.

“My sense of smell is fine, and I’m not mistaken. I haven’t wrongly accused you. If you can’t recall, then let pain jog your memory.”

Elliot frantically tried to understand her words and slowly extended his hand.

The burning rage she felt was evident in her gaze, and she raised the ruler high.

Before it could come down, Elliot quickly withdrew his hand. “I remember now. Are you smelling

cigarette smoke on me?”

Sheena smirked. “Looks like your brain is still functioning. At least when facing punishment, it’s quite alert.”

Elliot frowned, feeling a bit aggrieved.

“Honey, I was feeling frustrated during the investigation today a

and instinctively reached for a

cigarette, but I didn’t actually smoke any. I handed it to Lionel and asked him to smoke it in a corner. Perhaps because we were in the same room, his smoke scent lingered on me.

“Honey, trust me. I’m not lying,” he pleaded again.

Sheena’s stern expression did not waver as she keenly caught onto the loopholes in his explanation.

“So, you voluntarily lit the cigarette, and only at the last moment, out of guilt, did you pass it to Lionel, fearing I might replace out. Is that right?”

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Elliot was taken aback.

Was this what they called women’s superior logic?

His frown deepened, feeling increasingly aggrieved.

As if to spite her, he extended both hands.

“Yes. If you believe I’m wrong, you can punish me harshly. Better yet, just render my hands useless, so I can’t even hold a pen or utensils. Then everyone at the National Investigation Bureau will know I’ve been punished.”