Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson)

Chapter 831

Chapter 831 Late at night.

Every now and then, E&S Haven echoed with the sound of a whip cracking through the air, mingled with occasional grunts from Elliot and Sheena’s melodious laughter.

On this tranquil evening, these sounds, although shocking, sparked endless imagination and curiosity.

(Elliot's and Sheena’s experiences are left to the reader’s creativity, as they cannot be written here.)

Elliot finally experienced the unforgettable wedding night he had longed for.

It was a resurrection after the embarrassment and desire for death, floating in ecstasy, like a small reward from heaven.

It was also an unforgettable wedding night for Sheena.

Since she got pregnant, she has not been engaged in any high-risk activities.

That night, she rode a big horse, using a belt as a riding crop, swinging it freely...

It was indeed extremely fun for her.

In the extreme bedroom foreplay, Sheena’s experience was pleasant and exhilarating, but Elliot's experience was rather lousy. In the morning, sunlight shone through the half—drawn curtains, illuminating Sheena and Elliot's beautiful and delicate profiles.

Elliot was sleeping on his stomach. His arm was wrapped around Sheena’s chest, a habit he had developed even in his sleep to avoid putting pressure on Sheena’s belly.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Last night was their wedding night, and they played until late into the night.

They were exhausted and slept deeply.

All was still until Sheena’s phone rang on the bedside table.

She groggily reached out to answer it, and the ID showed that it was Paul calling. Sheena picked up the call, only to find that it was indeed Paul who called this time. He apologized earnestly for his and John’s negligence, which led to Sheila’s escape.

“I'm sorry, Miss. We lowered our guard when we saw her behaving well for a while. We didn’t expect her to be playing tricks again. She teamed up with Margaret's son, Kye Hubbard, drugged the three of us, and escaped. We will accept your punishment.

Sheena brushed aside the matter of punishment and asked, “Any news? Have they found her?”

“No, we searched along the river all day, but there was no sign of her. We even went to several villages

downstream, but there was no news. She was shot, and the river was icy cold that day. Perhaps she... didn’t make it?” Sheena’s tone turned cold. “Even if she’s dead, | want to see the body.”

Then, she ordered, “Continue the search. Go through the villages downstream again thoroughly. She couldn't have gone far; she must still be in one of the villages.”

“Yes, Miss.” Sheena hung up the phone.

This matter had completely awakened her drowsiness, and she sat up at the edge of the bed.