Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 352

Chapter 352 

“Hm?” Not getting an immediate response, Sheena’s expression grew colder. She pinched the soft flesh on Elijah’s lower back and asked, “Are you contemplating which excuse sounds better to deceive me with?” 

Caught in his thoughts, Elijah began to explain in a solemn tone. “It was Lionel. I didn’t want the wound to scar, so I had him bring a box of scar removal cream. It’s in the first drawer of the bedside 

table.” 

“As for the wound on my back, Lionel applied the ointment. The improvement in my condition is thanks to your antidote, which helped restore some of my strength.” 

Sheena was amused by Elijah’s reply, teasing, “If it’s just a box of scar removal cream, he could’ve given it to Ford to pass on to you. As for your injury, Ford could apply the ointment for you. Yet, Lionel drugged my people and invaded the mansion. Do you think I’ll believe that?” 

Unfazed, Elijah calmly continued, “He acted recklessly in this matter. I’ll make sure he apologizes to Ford and the others next time.” 

Meanwhile, Lionel, leisurely leaving the mansion area, sneezed twice, unaware that he was being blamed for this. 

Sheena scoffed at how good Elijah was at finding excuses as everything played out quite convincingly. There was probably a mix of truth and fiction in his statements, but he remained stubborn, refusing to confess. Hence, she would have to investigate on her own later. 

She leaned in slightly, her red lips close to his ear, and whispered softly, “So, from what you’re saying, not only did you hide something from 

me, but you also lied.” 

Elijah was surprised at how good Sheena was at reading others. 

Her gentle breath tickled his ear, making his already warm earlobes turn crimson. 

Burying his face in the sheets, he mumbled, “Yes, I admit my faults.” 

Sheena laughed. He was quite straightforward in accepting the consequences. 

The windows were still open, letting in a cool evening breeze. Wearing only a thin shirt, Elijah felt the chill on his exposed limbs and the uncovered wound on his back. 

Sheena noticed this and gently lowered his shirt. Subconsciously, she pulled over the other side of the blanket to cover his back. Yet, she did not rush to undo the belt still wrapped around his wrists. Instead, she continued in a casual tone, “So, how do you want to be punished? I’m curious to hear your thoughts.” 

Elijah’s earlobes turned even redder. 

Was he expected to say something so embarrassing and ego–damaging on his own? 

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Sheena was truly torturing him. 

He awkwardly inquired, “What options do I have to choose from?” 

“Let me think,” Sheena replied, sitting on the edge of his bed with her hands folded, a teasing arch in her eyebrows. “Since the effects of your medicine have worn off, and I assume your stamina is no longer an issue, how about kneeling in the garden all night or letting Paul whip you two hundred times? Take your pick.” 

Elijah felt a chill in his heart.