After Dirvorce I become a SheEO
Chapter 738

Chapter 738

Chapter 738 The Pleasure of Youth

Sitting in the car, Melvin was filled with confusion. Why he climbed over the wall instead of walkingthrough the front gate? Was this what they call the pleasure of youth? “I’m getting old. I’m really gettingold,”

Melvin muttered to himself. He then pretended to have seen nothing and drove away from BridgelandVilla. At this time, Zayla was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Suddenly, there wasa slight noise, barely audible.

Then, with a click, the lock on the glass door opened. Zayla furrowed her delicate eyebrows andcarefully walked towards the landing door.

The moment the door opened, she immediately raised the vase and wanted to smash it down. At thesame time, a hand firmly grasped her wrist, and a towering figure pinned her against the wall.

“Do you always have such heightened awareness, or are you trying to murder your dear husband?” Acorner of the curtain was blown open, and through the light of the courtyard, Zayla saw this handsomeface in front of her. In the next second, Zayla let go and got into his arms. The vase was about to hit theground. Lincoln smiled helplessly, reached out to catch it, and put it on the closet beside him.

“Do you want your family to know that I climbed into your room through the window in the middle of thenight?”

Zayla was stunned for a moment. Seeing that the vase was placed firmly on the closet, she breathed asigh of relief and then explained in a low voice, “I forgot the vase in my hand when I saw you.”

Lincoln raised his eyebrows upon hearing this and was very satisfied with her answer. With one handclasping her slender waist and the other hand firmly shutting the landing door, Lincoln held her close.

The curtains were drawn once again, perfectly aligned. Lincoln pressed her down onto the soft bed“Would you like to check again?” he asked in a low voice. “Check? Check what?” “Whether the curtainsare tightly closed.”

That night when she was drunk and still rational, she vaguely remembered being concerned about thecurtains… Thinking of this, Zayla flushed. The room was pitch black.

Even if their breaths were intertwined, it was difficult to see the changes in their expressions. With aburst of courage, Zayla’s weak arm wrapped around his neck as she whispered, “Mr. Nash, would youlike to check that?” “Huh?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Checking if your climbing over the wall and window just now was caught on my house’s surveillancecameras?” He lowered his head, put the tip of his nose against hers, and said firmly, “Don’t worry,Zayla. Your home surveillance is under my control.”

Zayla was stunned, her eyes widening in surprise as her hand touched the touch screen at the head ofthe bed. With a “beep” sound, the lights in the room turned on! She blinked her eyes in astonishment. “Inever thought that with your status, you would dare to invade other people’s surveillance systems?”

“It’s not an invasion. It’s maintenance. Besides, I’m just a low-profile gigolo, so how can I let the familyof the sugar mommy replace out?” Zayla blurted out, “Are you sure you are low-profile?” Lincoln wasactually a high-profile man!

“If you think so, why do you still push me out this afternoon?” Zayla chuckled, “That was just atemporary measure. I couldn’t let my father see us… in the hallway… like that!”

He squinted his dangerous eyes and asked, “Like what?” “Like this.” Zayla wrapped her arms “aroundhis neck and took the initiative to kiss him.

He satisfiedly curved the corners of his lips, his smile reaching his eyes, showing an indulgentaffection. Time seemed to freeze at this moment. Zayla nestled in his arms, exceptionally quiet.Lincoln’s back was marked with scratches from her nails. In the future, they needed to changepositions. Otherwise, his back would be scratched by the little girl.

Zayla slept soundly, and he resembled a male mistress in the midst of a secret affair with a wealthywoman, gathering his clothes from the floor and slipping them on one by one.

“Hm…” Zayla turned over and instinctively hugged his waist. Lincoln lowered his head and chuckledsoftly, whispering in her ear…