Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 1558

"Oh, sorry!"

Lionel quickly scooted to the cold edge of the bed, leaving three-quarters of the space for Elliot.

Elliot removed his coat, draped it over the blanket, and lay down slowly.

Lionel, now lying on his side with his long legs drawn up from the cold, watched Elliot's face.

He kept rubbing his arm where Elliot had pinched him, too anxious to sleep.

Fully awake, he understood why Elliot had pinched him.

They were on a mission, and the potential for danger was still unknown.

Sleeping so deeply had been a mistake.

"Elliot, I'm sorry," he whispered apologetically from under the covers.

Elliot simply grunted in response, his face expressionless.

"Don't cling to me again, or you'll face the consequences."

"Got it…"

Lionel moved even further away, nearly falling out of the covers.

He lay on the edge, trying to sleep lightly.

As his body grew colder, he started shivering.

Half-asleep, he unconsciously inched closer to Elliot, seeking warmth by pressing against his arm.

Elliot frowned, obviously irritated, but held his temper.

While he did not lash out, Lionel was emboldened and edged closer, his head resting against Elliot.

"Do you have a death wish?" Elliot's words, laced with menace, hissed through gritted teeth.

Lionel froze, holding his breath.

Then, he summoned his courage and wrapped an arm around Elliot, ready to face the consequences.

"Elliot, just for a while. It's too cold. This won't happen again."

Elliot stayed quiet.

"Once we're back at the Jenkins estate, you can punish me however you want. Whip, washboard, stick, paddle… you can choose anything, but just don't kill me."

Elliot remained rigid, clearly uncomfortable.

Lionel, nervous but undeterred, draped a leg over him, clutching him tightly.

Since being taken in by Elliot nearly twenty years ago, this was the first time Lionel had ever dared to cling to him like this.

Before meeting Jacintha, Elliot had been his only family.

He thought holding onto Elliot for a night was worth any punishment.

Finally warm, Lionel slept soundly, like a loyal dog contentedly curled up beside its master.

He was finally wide awake, looking pitifully at Elliot as he clutched his back.

"Elliot?"

Lionel wondered what was that for…

Elliot sat up and commanded, "Go run two kilometers. Now."

"Huh?"

Without waiting for a full response, Elliot began counting down, "Three."

Lionel hurriedly scrambled to his feet, put on his shoes, grabbed his coat, and dashed outside in a flash.

Watching Lionel’s retreating figure, Elliot shook his head with a scoff.

He rubbed his arm, numb from being squished all night, and tidied the makeshift bed.

The blanket was folded into a neat square in minutes and placed on the wooden sofa.

About ten minutes later, Sheena emerged from her room, her long hair elegantly gathered at one side as she brushed it.

She stepped outside and saw Elliot sitting on the low stool, smoking once again.

It must be his third cigarette…

His nicotine addiction was evidently serious.