Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 394

Chapter 394 

What had she done? 

She not only coldly pushed him away but also uttered hurtful words. 

Lionel was right. 

She was cruel toward Elijah, and he never complained. Instead, he would set aside all pride just to humbly seek her. 

He would say, “Please… just let me hold you for a little while, just this once…” 

He would plead, “No, I’m begging you…” 

Elijah was clearly in pain, his breath unsteady, yet he greedily clung to her embrace, unwilling to let go. 

Why did he not tell her about the severe injury? 

Was it because he feared her guilt or worried she might terminate their employment agreement? 

What a fool. 

Sheena curled up on the recliner and completely broke down. 

“E–Eli…” 

Her voice was now hoarse from crying, silently repeating his name. 

Sheena thought, ‘You envied how affectionately I called Nathaniel before. There’s no one else but you in my heart. Can you hear me?‘ 

She locked herself in Elijah’s room for a full three days, neither eating, drinking, nor sleeping. Despite Ford and the others knocking and trying to persuade her, she ignored them. 

Even the strongest person would not be able to endure such torment on their body. Ford and the other bodyguards were worried, yet they were helpless. In the end, they had no choice but to call Howard. 

Howard forcefully kicked open the door to the room. 

However, the room was empty, and he only heard the sound of dripping water from the bathroom. / 

Entering the bathroom and switching on the light, Howard found the floor littered with empty liquor bottles, all with high alcohol content. 

Since when did she manage to clear out the liquor cabinet? 

How did Ford and the others not notice? 

Howard’s gaze ultimately fixed on that delicate figure. 

Sheena leaned against the wall under the showerhead, still wearing the black dress she had worn to Elijah’s funeral. Her body was soaked, her eyes swollen from crying, and her face was red, clearly showing signs of distress. 

Seeing her in this state, Howard could not help but feel his eyes welling up. He approached and embraced her against the wet wall. Only then did he realize she was burning up. 

“Nana? Nana!” 

Howard gently patted Sheena’s cheek, preparing to carry her out. 

Sheena woke up, feeling herself lying in a broad embrace. She gripped the man’s sleeve, and through her blurry eyes, she saw a familiar face. 

“Elijah, is it you? You didn’t die, did you? You’re lying to me again, right?” 

Howard’s heart ached. He softly coaxed her, “Nana, I’m not Elijah. I’m Howard.” 

Not Elijah? 

She rubbed her eyes, and her vision gradually cleared. Seeing Howard, she broke down in tears again. 

“Howard! He’s dead! He died for me… He was severely injured, yet he fought desperately for me. I kept pushing him away, hurting him again and again! It’s all my fault. I ruined him. What do I do? How can I repay him…”