Chapter 463
Elliot’s angina was on the verge of flaring up due to the infuriating situation.
Did Lionel really think he did not want to restrain himself?
He wanted to!
However, Sheena did not give him the chance to.
Taking a deep breath, he suppressed his anger in front of Sheena.
Yet, Lionel, seemingly fearless, continued clapping in the hallway. Relentlessly, he rhythmically repeated those coded phrases, pushing Elliot’s patience to its limits.
If he did not need this annoying guy for missions, Elliot would have immediately shipped Lionel off abroad to mine coal.
Elliot kept enduring, but there was a limit to his patience!
While Sheena continued sitting on him, eagerly massaging the bruises, Elliot casually pulled out his phone. Then, he swiftly sent a message to Lionel.
[Elliot: I’ll deduct 150 dollars for every clap. Sort it out with finance yourself. Now, get out of my mansion immediately!]
The noise outside quickly ceased.
Elliot received a notification on his phone and glanced at it.
Lionel had bombarded him with a dozen messages filled with crying, despair, and pleading emojis.
Elliot clicked on the top right corner without hesitation and decisively blocked Lionel.
Still engrossed in massaging Elliot’s abs and neck, Sheena was unaware of what had transpired.
Roughly half an hour later, Sheena concluded her massage session. She got off the bed, washed her hands in the bathroom, and then fetched a basin of hot water and towels to help Elliot wipe down.
“Eli, my hands are all red,” she said, sitting back on Elliot’s lap and displaying her flushed palms.
Elliot grabbed her hands, gently kissing her warm palms with a mix of tenderness and affection.
Sheena watched his actions quietly, enjoying his handsome features, unable to hide her smile.
After kissing her palms, Elliot teased, “When my injury heals, I’ll be the one massaging you.”
Sheena instantly grasped his meaning, her entire face blushing. “Dream on! You’re so shameless.”
The next day marked a momentous occasion–the ribbon–cutting ceremony for the Angle Group.
Sheena got up early, freshened up, applied a face mask, and ensured her skin was well–hydrated before starting her makeup. Suddenly, the door swung open, and in walked Elliot, clad in a sleek black silk robe.
Elliot smoothly took a seat behind Sheena.
Sheena asked, “What are you doing?”
Elliot noticed the eyebrow pencil in her hand and took it from her, saying, “Let me help you with that.”
Sheena was skeptical. “Are you sure? Today’s event is crucial, and I can’t afford any mishaps.”
Elliot nodded confidently, turning her to face him.
With a half–trusting gaze, Sheena closed her eyes, letting him use the eyebrow pencil on her brows. Initially, she felt his technique was quite good. However, after five minutes, Elliot still had not finished the job.
Sensing something amiss, Sheena, with a threatening tone, clenched her teeth and warned, “If you intentionally mess up my face or ruin my makeup, I’ll lash those hands of yours until they swell!”
His hand, in the midst of drawing eyebrows, instantly stopped, retracting reluctantly.
Sheena opened her eyes, coldly huffing at him, then turned to check herself in the mirror.
Surprisingly, the eyebrows were evenly and skillfully drawn. Sheena added a couple more strokes to fill in the gaps, creating a perfect eyebrow shape. Unexpectedly, his makeup skills were decent!
