Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 1563

Lionel had not taken Nathaniel far and clearly heard the gunshot.

He was already moving toward the shooter's location, with Nathaniel following close behind.

The gentle breeze rustled the wheat in the field, making a soft, whispering sound.

Elliot put down his phone and turned his attention back to Sheena.

It had been ten days since he had last seen her up close.

Her fair and flawless face was untouched by any makeup, and she frowned slightly, tinged with worry.

Elliot could not help but lightly caress her cheek with the back of his hand, his dark eyes filled with affection.

His throat tightened with the urge to kiss his beloved wife.

However, since Sheena did not remember him, kissing her might earn him a slap.

Their eyes met, but Sheena quickly looked away, avoiding his gaze and touch.

"Mr. Jenkins, whether we are married is still up for debate. Please behave yourself."

Even in this critical moment, he had the nerve to flirt.

Elliot smirked. "Don't worry. The wheat field ahead provides cover. That sniper is probably thinking about getting down the mountain rather than taking random shots."

He glanced at her lips, his throat tightening again, but he controlled himself and smiled instead.

"I think I just heard you showing concern for me. Are you starting to remember something?"

Sheena turned away, huffing arrogantly.

"You're overthinking it. Everything happened too quickly, and I was shocked to see blood."

"Urgh…"

He suddenly winced, clutching his arm in pain, his body going limp for a moment.

Elliot smirked. "I grew up in the military. It's only natural that I'm in shape. But it still hurt this morning, and I even got a few bruises on my butt."

Sheena's eyes flickered, but she quickly looked away with a cold huff.

"Serves you right."

She did not feel any sympathy. In fact, she thought she had not been harsh enough to prevent him from neglecting his health.

Elliot read her expression and saw only a brief moment of surprise, with no hint of concern.

He lowered his eyes, feeling a pang of disappointment.

"Am I imagining things? Have you really forgotten me?"

Sheena pushed him away, not letting him stay on top of her, and corrected him as she had before, "Mr. Jenkins, I don't know you."

She crouched down, cautiously scanning the surroundings, planning to use the wheat field's cover to make her escape.