Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson)

Chapter 894

“Palm up, and spread your hand flat,” Hannah patiently instructed, knowing Noah had never been punished before. Noah complied, and as his palm opened up, the ruler came down, causing a sharp, burning sensation.

He winced in pain, his lips tightly pressed together as he resisted the urge to pull his hand back.

Observing his expression closely, Hannah continued to wield the ruler without mercy.

She only delivered ten strikes before pulling back, asking, “Mr. Noah, how does it feel?”

Noah looked down at his red palm and admitted, “It hurts.”

Hannah held back her laughter, saying, “Mr. Noah, it’s an honor to give you your first experience of being disciplined with a ruler.”

Noticing her cheerful tone, Noah felt that enduring the punishment was worth it.

He looked up earnestly and said, “Actually, there are many first times... Like my first kiss, my first time as a secretary, my first apology. There will be more first times in the future.”

Hannah’s heart fluttered at his words, finding them sweet.

However, remembering he was being punished for misbehavior, she quickly regained her seriousness and scolded, “If you’re not afraid of pain, then continue with your antics. The workload will gradually increase over the next seven days, so be prepared.”

“Okay.” Hannah frowned. “Hmm?” “| mean, yes, Ms. Hannah.”

Satisfied, Hannah returned to her desk, placed the ruler back in the drawer, and picked up her bag to leave. After taking a few steps towards the door, she turned around.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Finish the last two untranslated files before leaving.” “Hannah,” Noah called softly, “can you wait for me and give me a ride back to the Moore mansion?” Hannah raised an eyebrow. “It’s your first day, and you’re already asking for a ride from the boss. Mr. Noah, you're quite bold.”

“That’s not what | meant... | don’t have my phone and don’t know how to get back to the Moore mansion. | don’t even have any money for a cab.”

“But you had money at lunchtime, didn’t you?”

Noah confessed, “The change in my wallet was all | had, and | spent it all at lunch. | don’t have any cash now.”

Hannah stared at him, neither agreeing nor explicitly refusing.

He kept his head down, examining the slightly swollen bruise on his palm, lost in thought. Following his gaze, Hannah glanced at his palm, feeling a subtle tug at her heartstrings.

She casually walked over to the sofa and sat down, arranging an exquisite tea set.

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His hands swiftly typed away on the keyboard, quickly immersing himself in his work.

Meanwhile, Hannah diligently brewed tea, exuding the grace and elegance of a refined lady. She poured out the first batch of tea, then meticulously brewed a second batch.

Half an hour later, Noah finished translating the last two documents and sent them all to Hannah’s account.

Relieved to have completed a challenging day, he shut down his computer with a sigh.

At the same time, Hannah finished brewing the tea and poured two cups.

Noah approached her obediently, waiting for her to finish.

With a gentle tone, Hannah said, “No rush, Mr. Noah. Care to try my tea?”