Wait, She’s a Billionaire by Ms. Shadow

Chapter 295

It was a command that left him no room for negotiation. Sheena wanted to draw a clear boundary with Elijah.

He could not help but wonder if she was truly unwilling to accept him again despite his efforts.

Was she that determined to cut him out of her life forever?

Elijah lowered his head, tearing up and no longer exuding the hostile aura. His heart felt like it was being ruthlessly kneaded and twisted, causing unbearable pain, and his handsome face. turned pale, unable to conceal his vulnerability.

Observing his expression, Sheena remained calm and raised the document by an inch.

Elijah held his breath, his fingertips trembling as he accepted the document, his heart overwhelmed with emotions.

Sheena was about to turn away to get a pen from the coffee table when she heard a tearing sound behind her.

With a cold gaze, Elijah once again tore the document to shreds, this time even more audaciously, throwing the torn pieces directly above her head.

Was he trying to provoke her?

was genuinely enraged, and she uttered each word slowly, “Do you have a

were incredibly gloomy. His well–defined hand slid to the belt at his waist, deftly unfastening

Sheena stood her

so embarrassed that he wanted to hit her? With his current strength, did he really

at him with a glint of anger, silently waiting

the next moment, Elijah folded his belt in half and forcefully handed it to her. Then, he turned around, kneeling on one knee, and said, “I won’t obey this command. I’ve upset you, and I’ll accept

Sheena was puzzled.

on earth was

up

you out of your mind? What kind of weird fetish is this? Are you a masochist?”

slightly red. He was definitely not a masochist. Even though he had endured hardships and injuries in the military, he still feared pain.

did not want to become a stranger to Sheena. That would be even

It’s not about us parting ways peacefully. It’s about

once, and his dry throat threw him into a coughing

fit. Hist

a while, she continued felly, “This heartfelt feeling is three years too late. I’m no longer interested. For me, delayed affection is worthless. You want