After Dirvorce I become a SheEO

Chapter 723

Chapter 723 Photos

** Lincoln dialed Melvin’s phone number. “Mr. Nash.” “How are things going?”

“I’ve already connected with Prince Joe and started the process. It will probably take two to three days.” “Hurry up. The sooner the better.” “Yes, sir” At nine o’clock, Zayla woke up. She rubbed her slightly sore arms and got out of bed.

With just a slight movement of her legs, the pain be came unbearable. She truly experienced the severity of Lincoln’s actions. However, she never expected to experience it in this way. Wearing her pajamas, she walked out of the room and noticed the door to the nearby terrace was open. She walked over and saw him standing on the terrace, gazing at the sea under the night sky.

She hugged him from behind, pressing her cheek against his back. “Are you still sleepy?” Zayla shook her head and said, “I’m hungry.” He held her hand and led her downstairs. Her dinner had already been prepared.

A steaming bowl of beef noodles. The aroma wafting from it made Zayla’s appetite soar. As she saw her devouring the noodles, Lincoln fell into deep thought. The last time her parents caught them, she also opened the door saying she was hungry.

Was he really that harsh? Did he always make her so hungry? Seeing her like this, he naturally had to make improvements. “Next time, I’ll let you eat your fill first.”

Zayla was taken aback by his words and silently refused in her heart. Zayla ate her fill and checked her phone, where she received photos of her afternoon surfing, snorkeling, and riding a jet ski.

“Ms. Vargas, áre you satisfied with these photos?” Aziel sent a row of playful emojis. “Did you have someone take these?” “Yes! We flew in professional photographers for these shots!”This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Upon reading this message, Zayla subconsciously glanced at Lincoln, who was sitting not far away while they were back in the room. After their return, it seemed like he had something to attend to, as he remained seated nearby.

Lincoln noticed her gaze, closed his laptop, and approached her. “What’s wrong?” He sat beside her. Zayla rested her legs on his lap and pointed at her own legs. Lincoln chuckled.

When a man’s wife’s legs are sore, what should he do? Naturally, he should massage and knead them. And that’s exactly what Lincoln did. As Zayla looked through the photos, she spoke up, “I knew it was your arrangement.”

Although Aziel was extremely efficient in his work, he never made decisions on his own. This arrangement must have been Lincoln’s idea. He had seen these sets of photos during dinner.

“Are you satisfied?” Zayla pondered for a moment, then nodded lightly. “Hmm… I’m fairly satisfied…” “Then what would make you truly satisfied?”

“Crop out this man in the photos, completely.” Lincoln looked at the man pointed out by her finger, his gaze flickering. She actually wanted to crop him out of the picture?

The motion of massaging and kneading her legs came to an abrupt halt. Zayla observed the change in his expression and gently tugged at his sleeve.

“Lincoln, what’s wrong?” was thinking about how to entertain you during the long night.” Zayla regretted what she had said. This place was no longer suitable for staying! She wanted to move to another room! She tried to retract her legs quickly, but her intentions were futile against Lincoln.

He had already seen through her little scheme, and his large palm firmly grasped her delicate ankle, rendering her unable to move. Should I still crop him out?”

Zayla vigorously shook her head. Finally, she deliberately selected a few pictures and posted them on her Timeline. There were no captions, only nine images. Soon, various comments started pouring

Everyone noticed the handsome guy on the jet ski and asked where she found such a service with a handsome guy. Linda had several mutual friends with Zayla. Instead of saying much, Linda posted a row of Smirking Face emojis, silently laughing. Lincoln noticed the inquiries. “Aren’t you going to reply?” Zayla pretended to be innocent, saying, “Silence speaks louder than words.”