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

remained unfazed. “Consider it your way of expressing love for me, like

giving me.”

a loss for words.

it was a little gift for

no challenge for him.

rolled out of bed, neatly putting on his pajama

stunning upper body, he positioned his arms on the carpet and began to perform push–ups with

voice lazily drifted from the

she spoke, Elliot effortlessly

and so

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

she was roused by Elliot’s counting once more. However, after managing to catch up on some much–needed sleep, she felt refreshed.

she quietly observed Elliot doing

hundred and

less crisp than before, indicating

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

asking, “Are you tired?”

breath and smiled at

wondering why Elliot liked to put on a tough front.

mischievous thought popped into her

from the coat rack, leaving her fair skin only partially

visible.

approached Elliot and sat cross–legged on his back, exerting her full weight on him.

over three hundred push–ups, Elliot

he noticeably felt the weight

poised as if she was meditating,