Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 1191

Elliot glared at her grudgingly, saying, "There's nothing wrong with me. I just feel like I need to reflect on why Nana would rather play games with Phoebe after dinner and leave me alone in bed."

"Huh?" Sheena stared at him, baffled.

What did he mean by that?

She was there with him, was she not?

Choosing her words carefully, she tried to comfort him.

"Didn't we agree not to engage in intense activities tonight? Is it wrong for me to play games for a while?"

Elliot glanced at her phone screen.

Her teammates were already questioning her absence due to her hiding in the grass.

"I didn't say we had to do anything intense, but… your games shouldn't disrupt our time together. Nana, I'm amazing at games too, but you're playing with Phoebe instead. Do you think that's fair?"

Hearing her teammates signaling her in the game, Sheena absentmindedly responded with a couple of "uh-huh" and continued focusing on her screen.

Elliot sighed heavily and nudged the washboard closer to Sheena's line of sight, so obvious that it could not be ignored.

He spoke mournfully, "It's all my fault that you don't want to spend time with me. However long you play, that's how long I'll kneel on the washboard."

"Hey, don't."

Sheena reached out to stop Elliot's knees from moving onto the washboard.

Elliot was being unreasonable, but she gave in when she saw his eyes filled with both grievance and dissatisfaction.

Sheena tried to compromise and said, "I'll finish this round and then stop playing with Phoebe. I'll play with you instead, and I'll even play support. How's that?"

Elliot knew when to stop. Besides, it was reasonable for her to finish the game that had started.

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Sheena pointed to the washboard. "Put this thing back in the closet and stop threatening me with it again."

Elliot had no desire to actually kneel on the washboard, so he promptly placed it back into the closet.

He sat behind Sheena, wrapped his arms around her waist, and quietly watched her finish the entire game.

As the game announced her team's victory, Sheena quickly typed a message to Phoebe, informing her that they could not continue playing and suggesting she go to bed early.

Jude shattered his expensive glasses.

With his already severe myopia, the added visual impairment deepened his fear.

The stench of the restroom assaulted his senses, challenging his tolerance for foul odors.

It was impossible for him to sleep in such conditions, and even breathing caused him discomfort.

Stanley could only huddle in the corner of the restroom, as far away from the filthy toilet as possible, tightly covering his mouth and nose.

Though in pain, he dared not make a sound, fearing another round of Jude's brutal beatings.

He had never felt so miserable in his life.

Moreover, to be bullied by Jude and his gang of thugs was utterly humiliating. He felt like crying.

He suddenly regretted listening to Paulo's instigation and attempted to poison Santiago while Elliot was away in a bid to seize power within the family.

If he had not done that, Elliot probably would not have arrested him.

He could have stayed home, enjoying his privilege as a wealthy heir.