I become a SheEO After Dirvorce

Chapter 279

Chapter 279 Give Me Something in

Return Her expression was frightened. Sweat was breaking out on her forehead. She was having a nightmare. What dream scared her so much?

Did she dream of the day in Dorado Villa when Simon nearly killed her? The moment Lincoln approached her again and stood still beside the bed… She raised her hand in a panic, and her

cold hand tightly grasped his. And her slender fingers pressed against the lava rock bracelet on his wrist. Perhaps under the influence of the lava rock bracelet, he felt her uneasiness at this time… What exactly was going on? Suddenly, she began to babble in panic again…

“Wake up… Lincoln, wake up!” “Lincoln Nash, wake up!” Lincoln.

Lincoln Nash. His frowning eyebrows were stretched a little, and he held her back. It turned out that the dream that frightened her so much was about him.

He sat on the edge of the bed and whispered in her ear, “Your Lincoln hasn’t got the privilege you gave him. He won’t die.” She seemed to be comforted. Her delicate brows gradually relaxed. She squirmed a little, and her slender arms hugged him tightly! Lincoln froze at this moment. He looked down at her sleeping face, the fear gradually disappeared, and at this moment, she was quiet.

“Little girl, you accepted my anti-pervert gears. Shouldn’t you give me something in return?” His sexy voice sounded again. Zayla slept soundly. She thought she was hugging a giant pillow. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

She had always slept restlessly. She squirmed, found the most comfortable position in his arms, and gave a soft “hum.”Zayla was satisfied and slept more deeply.

This one syllable, “hum,” he heard it. He took it as her consent. He lowered his head and kissed her forehead. The moonlight was like water, overflowing with the intoxicating fragrance of wood…

Then she had no dreams and slept soundly. But one person was tortured so severely that he returned to his room and took a cold shower three times to calm himself down.

For him, this night was destined to be challenging to sleep. Early the following day, Zayla heard Ophelia cursing angrily. “Mom, Lincoln can stay here, but why doesn’t he bring presents?

“About the presents, why did he give you a set of jewels, and I got a worksheet?” When Zayla heard this, she burst out laughing. Seeing Zayla, Ophelia quickly hugged her arm.

“Zayla, what gift did my uncle give you?” Ophelia gave Zayla an ambiguous look that seemed to say, “My uncle loves you.”

“Gift?”

Zayla was stunned for a second. Ophelia nodded, “Yeah! Lincoln has prepared gifts for everyone! “Father’s gift was a watch, brother’s a suit, and mom’s a set of jewels. And mine… is a worksheet!

“Zayla, what is yours? Tell me. I’ll keep it a secret!” Hearing these questions, she thought of the giant box that appeared in the room last night! So… Those anti-pervert gears were given by Lincoln?

No wonder she vaguely dreamed of him last night… as if he kissed her forehead?

So she used his gifts to lock the door and the balcony door and put it beside and under the pillow… illow… How was it possible not to dream about him? “Zayla? What gift did you receive? Tell me!”