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Chapter 588 Men and Women Are

Different “I need to use the bathroom. They can’t help me with that,’ Upon hearing this, Lincoln chuckled at her awkward demeanor. Lowering his head, he pressed his forehead against hers and whispered, “They can’t assist you.” Zayla concurred, nodding like a pecking chick.

Then, Lincoln turned to Ward and Aziel and tersely said, “Leave.” Ward and Aziel hastily exited. Once they’d gone, Zayla prepared to get out of bed.

But the next second, Lincoln Kooked his arms around Zayla’s legs and lifted her Zayla’s eyes widened. “What are you doing?” “I’m taking you to the bathroom.” “What?” Zayla thought she misheard.

“Didn’t you hear me?” Lincoln’s lips curled into an elusive smile. “I’ll repeat it then.” Just as Lincoln was about to repeat himself, Zayla quickly put a hand over his mouth.

“No need to repeat! I heard you!” “Mmm.” Lincoln responded coolly with a monosyllabic word. Yet Zayla’s beautiful eyes widened. She reached up to touch his forehead, then her own.

Her temperature was normal. She wasn’t delusional. “What’s the matter?” Lincoln asked her casually. Zayla prodded his chest. “Mr. Nash, men and women are different.”

“I’m different from other men and women. But not from you.” With that, Lincoln, holding her, walked towards the bathroom. Lincoln, put me down!” “I can go on my own!” “Put me down!”

Zayla huffed and puffed, kicking her legs, trying to make Lincoln put her down. But each kick resulted in a sharp pain. She winced, drawing a sharp breath as her delicate eyebrows furrowed.

“If it hurts, stop moving.” Lincoln’s expression became serious all of a sudden, but there was undeniable

tenderness in his eyes. Zayla pouted. “You’re being mean to me, Lincoln. Who’s supposed to be taking care of whom here?” “Wrong.”Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

When Zayla was mad, Lincoln was quick to apologize. He was always at fault. His sugar mommy was always right, never wrong.

This was one rule Lincoln adhered to faithfully. Seeing him apologize so quickly, Zayla had to stifle a laugh. She quickly said, “Then put me down.” “No.” Her feet were swathed in layer upon

layer of gauze. Ward had specifically told her not to walk, lest she aggravate her wounds. “You’re impossible! I’ve never met a man as disobedient as you!”

“So all the men you’ve taken care of were obedient?” ” Zayla felt as though she had walked into a trap. She quickly coughed lightly to change the

topic… “Just because you’re my boyfriend, doesn’t mean you can take advantage of me!” “It’s too late. I’ve already changed your clothes.” Zayla was stunned. It took her a few seconds to realize… What?

Zayla quickly glanced down at herself only to find that her dance outfit had been replaced with pajamas… Did Lincoln change her clothes?

“Lincoln, you rogue!” A bit of color began to return to Zayla’s pale face, giving it a faint blush. Ward’s medicine worked. It was able to delay the inevitable, and even alleviate her pain.

Watching her huff and puff, Lincoln deliberately brought his handsome face closer. “Does this make you feel better?” Was Lincoln asking for a beating?

Looking at that perfect face, his long, curled eyelashes quivering, she leaned forward and planted a kiss on Lincoln’s chee