After Dirvorce I become a SheEO by Vada Weeks

After Dirvorce I become a SheEO Chapter 829

Chapter 829 Only a Bit

Before Zayla could react, he pulled her into his arms with an unfolded coat. His unique male hormone and the familiar breath instantly enveloped her. She looked up and fell deeply into his eyes. “Are you hurt?” he asked again. His eyes filled with uneasiness.

Although he held her in his arms and felt her warmth, he didn’t feel at ease. Even if a strand of hair fell out, he would feel distressed. Zayla replied, “You have already asked on the phone. “I’m not hurt. Not at all. Your bodyguards have protected me.”

Zayla reached out her hand under his coat and lightly poked his chest. She said, “I’m not delicate. Why are you so nervous, Mr. Nash?” Lincoln hugged her tightly, lowered his head, and whispered, “Put my baby in the fire. How can I not be nervous?”

Zayla said, “But the problem is that your baby was not in the fire. She was well protected and was unharmed.” Lincoln said, “It almost killed me.” Yes. Only a little bit. But how many regrets in life were just a little bit worse? Zayla seemed to understand that he was afraid. Although the security measures were in place, they would never be foolproof.

impeccably handsome face with great worries, and the corners of her eyes were slightly red. Her little hands tightly grabbed the sweater under his coat. She whispered, “Be

whether you are unscathed or

sure about it?” He raised his lips and smiled when he heard that question. Moving closer to Zayla, the tip of his nose lightly pressed against hers. Lincoln said, “I need to check it. “Let me check it up.

seconds. After she gained his senses, she realized she had been teased again. At this time, he took off his black coat

he handed her the phone. Lincoln said, “Help me choose, Zayla.” Zayla was puzzled and asked, “What to choose?” Lincoln replied, “The photo to use as an avatar and the photo to use for the background

this afternoon? You could see white snow and red plums, which was full of great atmosphere. It was not exaggerated that each one was

good at photography. Aren’t you?” Being praised, Aziel laughed and couldn’t close his mouth. He patted his chest and said, “I took the pictures, Mrs. Vargas.” When he saw Lincoln walking