Wait, She’s a Billionaire by Ms. Shadow

Chapter 870

Sheena was utterly exhausted, her voice soft and weary, yet her tone carried an air of authority.

Elliot deflated instantly, surrendering himself to her as he lay on top of her.

Even so, he could not help but test the waters, asking in his magnetic voice, “Honey, how about you sleep for three hours, and at exactly noon, we have another round?”

Sheena remained silent, her waist aching terribly, almost on the verge of giving out.

Fully recovered from his illness and having gone eleven months without being intimate with Sheena, Elliot seemed insatiable, like a starving wolf.

Sheena could not help but regret her choice of such an energetic man as her husband.

Was it too late to throw him out of the window?

Lost in her thoughts, Sheena did not respond to Elliot.

Soon, Elliot’s restless hands under the blanket continued to roam her skin.

“Aren’t you tired at all?”

“Not really. I’m tired but happy. It’s double the pleasure!” Elliot touched her face, caressing her delicate checks.

Sheena gritted her teeth. Her mind was clouded with endless fatigue, unable to feel an ounce of happiness.

To exhaust Elliot’s boundless energy, she had an idea..

“Since you’re not tired, then roll out of bed and do at least five hundred and twenty push–ups,

counting as you go.”

movements froze, asking, “Why five hundred and

of expressing love for me, like a little gift you’re

giving me.”

at a loss

for her, Elliot had no

push–ups were no challenge for him.

Sheena’s cheek and swiftly rolled out of bed, neatly putting on his pajama pants.

positioned his arms on the carpet and began

voice lazily drifted from the bed. “Remember to

spoke, Elliot effortlessly began counting.

three… and so on.

up in the rhythm of his counting, Sheena drifted off to

woke up again, she was roused by Elliot’s counting once more. However, after

quietly observed Elliot doing push–ups on the

and

was noticeably less crisp

glistening with a thin layer of sweat, and the carpet beneath him was stained darker in

asking, “Are you tired?”

breath and smiled at

why Elliot liked to put on a

popped

stood up and wrapped herself in a robe from the coat

visible.

and sat cross–legged on his back,

the previous night and over three hundred push–ups, Elliot was actually

Sheena sitting on him, he noticeably felt the weight

as if she was meditating, staring at