Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 1967

Faced with Nathaniel's seemingly concerned tone, Mavis remained expressionless, her right hand protectively cradling her belly.

"A little physical labor isn't really suffering. Nothing beats mental exhaustion," she said flatly.

Nathaniel's face turned pale.

He stubbornly asked, "In the more than a year we've been married, have I ever made you feel emotionally drained?"

Mavis sneered and gave him a look that said he should figure it out himself.

It was clear he had no self-awareness about how he had affected her.

Nathaniel's face stiffened.

He turned away, continuing the work in silence, while internally wrestling with Mavis's words.

His frustration built up, releasing it on his shoveling job.

However, he used too much force, and the shovel flew from his hands with a loud whoosh, landing several meters away.

What was worse was it resulted in him being covered in dirt.

Ella happened to walk by just as this happened and nearly burst into laughter.

"Mr. Nicholls, how hard were you working to throw the shovel that far? It's my first time seeing someone make a shovel fly while working."

Even Mavis, who had been stern, could not keep a straight face and had to look away to hide her laughter.

Nathaniel wiped the dirt from his face.

Despite looking like a mess, he tried to maintain his composed demeanor and said coldly, "Everyone makes mistakes. It's just a minor error."

Ella tried to stifle her amusement, looking at his outfit.

It was clearly chosen for the work—loose and inexpensive.

Yet, he still exuded an elegant and poised charm. Moreover, the dirt could not hide his gorgeous features.

Ella could not help but marvel at how out of place he seemed for such work.

Ella stuck out her tongue playfully. "Well, he's been a bit of a bully to you. Just thought I'd give him a small taste of his own medicine. Besides, he clearly doesn't handle this kind of work often. He couldn't even detect the smell of manure in the soil."

Half an hour later, Nathaniel returned to his residence's bathroom, washing himself at least ten times.

His skin was red from scrubbing, but the nauseating smell was only slightly alleviated.

Dressed in fresh clothes, he headed back to the fields.

His damp hair along with his calm and composed demeanor made it seem as if the earlier frantic dash and his soiled appearance were just a figment of one's imagination.

Ella was surprised by how quickly he regained his composure and remarked, "Mr. Nicholls, are you really coming back to help Mae? Aren't you worried about another mishap with the soil?"

Nathaniel was unfazed and replied, "I'll be careful."

He walked over to Mavis, who was planting seeds, then lifted her and carried her effortlessly.

"Huh?"