Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 942

Chapter 942 

Elliot insisted on carrying her back to their room, replying, “Auntie Freida is looking 

after the babies, and they’re probably asleep by now. Why disturb them? It’s late, and we 

should rest. 

“Resting was the plan. No funny business.” 

Elliot frowned slightly, feeling a bit aggrieved. 

“Honey, when I said ‘rest‘, I meant being intimate with you. And besides, I did a good job disciplining Romello today, helping you vent off some steam. Shouldn’t I be rewarded?” 

Sheena allowed him to carry her upstairs, raising an eyebrow. 

“Really?” 

Elliot nuzzled her nose. 

“Of course, it’s true. How could I deceive my beloved wife?” 

Sheena was intrigued. 

“Then tell me all about how you dealt with him in detail.” 

“As you wish!” 

Elliot grinned mischievously as he walked upstairs, recounting the events vividly. 

“I used an ashtray and a teacup to break the skin on his forehead.” 

Sheena frowned, “Just like that? Just a cut? No blood?” 

He saw through her cunningness, his voice indulgent as he said, “Whenever I get involved, there’s bound to be some blood. He definitely got the message.” 

Sheena smirked, her interest piqued. 

“And then?” 

“Then I made him do over five hundred push–ups, squat for over two hours, and a thirty- minute handstand…” 

His voice grew husky, sounding satisfied. 

As the bedroom door closed, his voice abruptly ceased. 

Even the embarrassing yet pleasant sounds of the night were muted. 

The next morning, at the Nicholls residence, Marius and Gabrielle were up early, sitting properly in the dining room, waiting for Romello. 

They dared not touch their utensils until he arrived. 

Romello had returned late the previous night, and by the time he reached home, Marius and Gabrielle had already gone to bed, unaware that he had been punished at the National Investigation Bureau and brought back by his subordinates. 

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After a night’s rest, Romello’s strength had somewhat recovered, but he felt incredibly sore all over. He had not experienced such severe punishment in many years, difficult to even descend the stairs. 

Marius and Gabrielle, who had been anxiously waiting in the dining room, were shocked to see their usually overbearing Romello being assisted by the butler and maids, struggling to make his way downstairs. 

“Romello, what happened to you? Were you seriously injured yesterday?” Gabrielle asked with concern.