After Dirvorce I become a SheEO by Vada Weeks

Chapter 738 The Pleasure of Youth

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

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

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

The moment the door opened, she immediately raised the vase and wanted to smash it down. At the same 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?” A corner of the curtain was blown open, and through the light of the courtyard, Zayla saw this handsome face in front of her. In the next second, Zayla let go and got into his arms. The vase was about to hit the ground. 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 the night?”

that the vase was placed firmly on the closet, she breathed a sigh of relief and then explained in a low voice, “I

answer. With one hand clasping her slender waist and the other hand firmly shutting the

onto the soft bed “Would you like to check again?” he asked in a low voice. “Check? Check what?” “Whether the curtains

and still rational, she vaguely remembered being concerned about the curtains… Thinking of this, Zayla flushed. The room was

in their expressions. With a burst of courage, Zayla’s weak arm wrapped around his neck as she whispered, “Mr. Nash, would

head, put the tip of

head of the bed. With a “beep” sound, the lights in the room turned on! She blinked her eyes in astonishment.

a low-profile gigolo, so how can I let the family of the sugar mommy find out?” Zayla blurted out, “Are you sure you are low-profile?”

you still push me out this afternoon?” Zayla chuckled, “That was just a