Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 2193

Troy watched the scene unfold with growing anxiety.

Why was it so hard for Nathaniel to say something nice?

Would it kill him to humble himself a little?

He quickly ran forward, trying to stop Mavis and Dylan from leaving.

"Mrs. Nicholls, please don't take Mr. Nicholls too seriously. You know how he is—all pride and stubbornness. Deep down, he's probably overjoyed that you offered to take care of him."

For once, Nathaniel did not disagree with him.

He kept his head down, still coughing to mask the awkwardness in the air.

Troy put on his most charming smile and somehow managed to coax Mavis and Dylan into Nathaniel's car.

Soon, the car pulled up at Ascend Apartment.

As Troy helped Nathaniel's wheelchair out of the car, he stared at the stairs in silent dread.

Mavis could guess his thoughts and suppressed a laugh.

"What's wrong? Didn't you say where there's a will, there's a way? You carried Nathaniel up last time, right?"

"I…" Troy trailed off.

He was secretly cursing at his luck.

Ten floors!

The weight of Nathaniel and his wheelchair would be the death of him!

He looked to Nathaniel for help, but the latter remained impassive.

"Yes, Troy carried me up."

Troy's jaw dropped.

He could not believe Nathaniel was throwing him under the bus!

Dylan was already struggling not to burst out laughing.

Mavis said, "Well then, thank you, Troy. Take your time carrying him. No rush—we'll head up first."

Troy stood there, completely stunned.

Dylan shot Troy a mocking 'good luck' look before following Mavis upstairs.

Once they reached the second-floor landing, Troy whispered to Nathaniel, "Mr. Nicholls, do I really have to carry you?"

He rolled up his sleeves and got to work.

Upstairs, Mavis and Dylan had only reached the fifth floor, and they peeked down to check on the situation below.

Dylan whispered, "Mae, Troy's really going for it. Nathaniel is… really cruel. Would it kill him to walk a few steps?"

Mavis replied calmly, "It would blow his cover."

Dylan asked, "Mae, can Troy make it up ten floors with the wheelchair?"

Mavis shrugged helplessly and replied, "It's hard to say. Let's hope he does."

She turned and continued up the stairs, no longer watching the scene below.

Dylan followed.

…

From the first floor to the tenth, Troy cursed the seemingly endless stairs.

Each landing felt like a century had passed.

While Troy was drenched in sweat, Nathaniel sat like a king, not moving an inch, committed to his act of being injured.