Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 1061

Chapter 1061 

Elliot decisively grabbed Sheena’s left wrist. 

With both hands restrained, Sheena, in her manic state, immediately started kicking. 

Elliot was forced to step back and release her. 

He rolled to the edge of the bed, landing safely on the carpet. 

While the raging Sheena looked for something to break, Elliot hurried to the coat rack 

by the window and swiftly grabbed a belt. 

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Then, he crossed to the other side of the bed and handed her the belt. 

After getting the weapon, Sheena’s gaze turned even more bloodthirsty and fierce. 

“Wait!” Elliot exclaimed, his fear evident as he quickly shed his pajamas and tossed 

them onto the bed, standing naked before Sheena to prevent another set of clothes. 

from being destroyed. 

“Alright, let’s get this over with and go to bed.” 

Sheena growled like a raging wild beast, completely devoid of reason and 

consciousness. 

In her eyes, there was no mercy, only the desire to vent her anger as she fiercely swung the belt at him. 

Elliot hissed in pain as each blow almost overlapped with the bruises from the 

previous night. 

He blocked the hits as best he could, taking deep breaths and gritting his teeth to 

endure the pain. 

He kept track of each hit quietly, silently counting how much he had to endure. 

In the dead of night, the sound of the belt whipping through the air was terrifyingly 

eerie. 

This one–sided violence continued for nearly an hour. 

Sheena’s IV drip together. 

After more than an hour of staying awake, Elliot struggled to main standing, leaning against the bed with his eyes closed, trying to ease his pain. 

Yosef expressed his concern, saying, “Elliot, if Sheena has another episode tomorrow, just give her the strong sedative injection. Don’t risk yourself being a punching bag again. Look at your injuries! I don’t think you can take another beating.” 

Elliot remained silent, focusing on regulating his breathing. 

Yosef continued to brainstorm ideas, trying to help. 

“How about this? Tomorrow night, you wear some protective gear. It’s better than enduring Sheena’s outbursts with your own body.” 

Elliot casually brushed off, “We’ll talk about tomorrow night’s plan tomorrow night. Tonight, I just want to focus on being with Sheena during her IV drip.” 

He suddenly recalled about the treatment and asked, “Will tonight’s IV drip have a significant effect on Nana’s manic episodes?” 

Yosef replied, “It doesn’t work that fast. It’ll take at least a week before we see 

noticeable improvements.” 

Elliot remained composed. “Alright. Everything’s fine as long as it helps cure her 

illness.” 

After Sheena finished her IV drip, Elliot carefully carried her out of the lab, with Yosef 

assisting nearby. 

Soon enough, they arrived back at the Jenkins estate. 

As Elliot strolled through the winding alleys of the estate, it was already 4.30 a.m. 

With about four hours left to sleep, he planned to wake up around 8.30 a.m. to prepare Sheena breakfast and continue with her dietary therapy. 

After a night of turmoil, Elliot finally lay in bed. Since his body was bruised and 

As the Intensity of the blows lessened, Elliot looked up and noticed the rage in Sheena’s eyes gradually fading into exhaustion. 

She collapsed backward, and Elliot quickly moved to catch her. 

Just as he had done the night before, he gently placed her back on the bed. 

Sheena had struck him 218 times with the belt in her frenzy, and her strength was 

truly remarkable. 

Elliot took a deep breath. 

His body was in pain, and every inch of his skin was hurting. 

As he could not sit, he supported himself with one hand on the edge of the bed and 

adjusted his breathing to manage the pain. 

It took a long time for him to stabilize himself. 

Since the bedside lamp was removed and turning on the overhead light might wake Sheena up, Elliot picked up his pajamas and pants from the bed, leaning against the 

wall as he made his way to the door. 

He entered the living room naked, grabbing an ice pack from the fridge to apply to his face and inspecting his injuries. 

The bruises had doubled, and there was not a single spot of unblemished skin on his 

body. 

Red and purple marks covered him, all effects of the abuse he endured. 

Elliot staggered, needing to steady himself against the refrigerator. 

Giving a beating consumed energy, but enduring one was equally draining, if not 

more so. 

Coupled with the lack of sleep these past few days, he felt both exhausted and sore. 

As Yosef had already prepared the IV drip treatment, Elliot needed to tend to his