Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 1452

Decades of abstinence for Sheena made Nathaniel indifferent to any other women, feeling only disgust toward them.

Yet, he found himself inexplicably drawn to Mavis, as if under a spell…

It was madness, pure madness.

This woman was poison, and he could not afford to get too close.

With an aloof expression, he grumpily pulled the blanket over himself and spent the night on the sofa.

…

The following day, Mavis was up before him.

By the time Nathaniel opened his eyes, she had already set the breakfast on the coffee table, incredibly thoughtful.

Soon, the room was filled with the aroma of scrambled eggs and toasted bread.

"Awake already? Did you sleep well last night?"

Mavis was already dressed professionally, standing across the coffee table, looking at him with her head slightly tilted.

Nathaniel was still drowsy from sleep, his short hair slightly disheveled, giving him a relaxed and approachable appearance.

However, his expression told a different story.

He had slept on the spacious, soft bed for a long time, and the small sofa was simply cramped and uncomfortable.

After all, with his tall stature, he had to keep his legs folded all night.

Nathaniel woke up feeling sore and achy from the restless night.

Mavis chuckled softly, understanding his discomfort from the look on his face.

"You're used to sleeping on the luxurious bed. It's normal to find the sofa uncomfortable at first. Let's switch back tonight. I don't mind sleeping on the sofa. I'm used to it."

Still grumpy from waking up, Nathaniel replied coldly, "If Marius and Gabrielle find out you're sleeping on the sofa, they'll accuse me of mistreating you. So, there's no need to switch. Besides, I'm not some spoiled brat. I'll get used to sleeping on the sofa in a few days."

He scrutinized Mavis's outfit, noting her formal black business attire.

The tight pencil skirt accentuated her slim waist, and her blond hair was all tied into a high ponytail, making her look exceptionally skilled.

"When did you buy this outfit?" Nathaniel asked, his tone serious.

Mavis adjusted her clothes, spinning around on her side of the coffee table.

Nonetheless, he had already offered Mavis a ride, and he could not take them back. It was simply not his style.

"Well, driving isn't tiring. A little detour helps with the digestion."

Mavis was puzzled.

His sentence did not seem to make sense, but she still replied, "Alright then, thank you."

Nathaniel accepted her gratitude without a word and headed to the bathroom.

Meanwhile, Mavis quietly tidied up the pillows and blankets on the sofa, neatly folding them and putting them away in the closet.

Nathaniel spent only five minutes washing his face and another five minutes eating breakfast.

This was all because Mavis kept an eye on the time, worried about being late on her first day of work and leaving a bad first impression,

Nathaniel's face was sour, filled with impatience.

He swiftly changed into a suit, then left the house with hands in his pockets.

"Let's go. If you make me late, I'll leave you stranded on the road."