Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 403

Chapter 403 

Sheena sat beside the gravestone, her head gently resting against it as if nestled in his embrace. 

“During this time, Erin has become more obedient. I’ve enrolled her in the 

Freeman Group for learning. You’ve given me the shares of the Freeman Group, but I don’t have the energy to manage it anymore. Once she can handle projects independently, I plan to let go gradually,” Sheena shared softly. “Eli, my days. have become so dull without your daily antics.” 

“Lately, I keep dreaming of you. In my dreams, you tell me you didn’t really die, that it was a deliberate act to see how important you are to me… If only that were true,” Sheena continued, her voice barely audible. 

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she closed her eyes, cradling his cold gravestone as if holding onto his sturdy waist, snuggling into his embrace to sleep. 

Sheena sent John and Sawyer to wait at a gazebo fifty meters outside the cemetery, and they could not see what was happening from their spot. 

An hour passed, and Sheena still had not emerged. 

John grew restless and, holding an umbrella, headed toward the cemetery. As he approached, he was subtly moved by the scene before him–Sheena leaning against the gravestone, her features serene, as if she were asleep. 

She had no umbrella, and her head and body were covered in snow. Yet, Sheena seemed calm, exuding a unique and poignant beauty. John knew that despite her tough exterior, Sheena cared deeply for Elijah. 

Unfortunately, Elijah was gone, and it was too late to say more. 

Lionel had also left, bidding farewell to the bodyguards before departing, claiming he might never return to Farlem. 

John sighed softly, missing the days when they all used to play cards together. He gathered his thoughts and quickly approached Sheena, offering her his umbrella, and brushing off the snow on her. 

“Miss, it’s getting late, and we should go back. You still have to check on Ms. Freeman’s progress this afternoon,” John suggested. 

Sheena slowly opened her eyes, leaving the cemetery without saying a word. 

Back at the Freeman Group, Erin stood obediently in the office, waiting. Since the 

heating was on, Sheena removed her fur coat and walked directly to her office chair. 

Trembling with fear, Erin handed over the proposal she had spent the entire night working on. 

Sheena accepted it and carefully went through it. She circled areas with a pen dipped in red ink, delivering cruel judgments as she went. 

“There’s a mistake here. This sentence is too complicated and unclear. I’ve emphasized that proposal language must be concise, straightforward, and preferably easily understood. Also, there are misspellings here and here. You need to double–check every time you finish writing. No shortcuts…” Sheena critiqued. 

As Erin listened, her heart grew colder. Pouting, she spread her palms and offered them, saying, “I understand. Next time, I’ll pay more attention. Go ahead and hit me.” 

Sheena looked at Erin in surprise. She found Erin with her head down, staring at her toes, nervously gulping. 

When Sheena opened the drawer, Erin tensed, expecting the imminent pain. 

However, to her surprise, there was no anticipated pain. Erin skeptically opened her eyes and found Sheena placing a chocolate candy in her palm. 

“I won’t hit you today. It’s praiseworthy that you took the initiative to admit your mistake for the first time. This is your reward.”