Wait, She’s a Billionaire

Sheena was deep in thought while sauteing the vegetables in butter to soften them when John suddenly looked horrified.

“Ms. Lawson! The vegetables! The vegetables!” John exclaimed.

Sheena was puzzled.

“They’re burnt! The vegetables are burnt!”

Sheena quickly caught a whiff of the smell, and she finally realized what had happened, immediately turning off the heat. Fortunately, they were only slightly burnt, and after adding chicken stock and other ingredients, the soup should still be drinkable.

She instructed John to investigate the matter as per her previous orders and then took a small bowl from the cupboard. As she went upstairs with the chicken soup, she noticed that Elijah’s door was not completely closed, leaving a gap. She was about to push the door open but glimpsed Elijah rolling up his pant leg, applying medicine to his knees through the crack.

His skin had become fragile, and after kneeling last night, his entire knees to the calves were injured and discolored, covered in bruises.

Sheena frowned. Though he had knelt for a similar duration as she had initially, his knee injuries seemed much more severe.

Since signing the agreement with her, she could not remember how many times he had voluntarily or involuntarily knelt, and the injuries on his body never seemed to heal.

Was the once fierce and proud lion truly tamed by her?

Yet, why did she not feel pleased about it?

Shaking off her thoughts, Sheena pushed the door open.

Elijah saw her, lowered his pant leg, covered himself with the blanket, and leaned against the bedhead, waiting for her.

She sat on the chair beside his bed, holding the bowl of chicken soup, gracefully stirring it with a spoon, and blowing gently to cool it down.

Elijah’s gaze was intense, and his heart fluttered. He licked his pale lips, eyes filled with anticipation, obediently waiting for her to feed him. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Sheena noticed his gaze but continued to blow on the soup indifferently. Sensing that the soup had cooled, she handed him the bowl and spoon.

Elijah hesitated, not reaching out to take them.

“I won’t feed you.” Sheena’s tone was icy.

A pang of pain struck Elijah’s heart, suddenly overwhelmed with a sense of disappointment and frustration. He did not take the bowl, and his eyes slightly reddened as he looked at her.

“It hurts, and I can’t eat on my own.”

Sheena mercilessly exposed his melodrama, “You injured your knees, not your hands. Why can’t you eat?”

Elijah was indignant. “But I have a fever, and I’m dizzy.”

Sheena’s expression remained cold. “You’re speaking so clearly, so you’re not that sick. Keep whining and I’ll take the soup away.”

She moved to get up, intending to take the chicken soup with her.

Elijah quickly snatched the bowl from her hands. Even though he could not get fed by her, she still prepared the chicken soup, and not drinking it would be a loss. However, when he took a sip of the chicken soup, he nearly spat it out on the spot.

“Why does it taste burnt?”

Sheena felt a bit embarrassed.

Could she admit she had forgotten about the cooking as she was pondering Jennifer’s situation?

“If you don’t like it, don’t drink it. You can cook for yourself later.”

Sheena reached for the bowl.

Elijah dodged to the side, not letting her take it away, protective of his food. Under Sheena’s gaze, he gulped down the entire bowl of chicken soup. The taste was unpleasant due to the burnt flavor, but Elijah endured the urge to gag as he proudly showed her the empty bowl.

Knowing it was not delicious, Sheena frowned slightly and shifted her attention to the next step. She pulled out a paper already printed by Ford and handed it to him with a neutral expression.

“Take a look and sign it.”

Elijah took the paper. After reading the content, he was furious. “Are you trying to terminate our employment agreement?”