I become a SheEO After Dirvorce

Chapter 651 Heartless Little Thing

Lincoln… She wanted to call out to him, but no sound escaped her slightly parted lips. Never mind. Let it go.

Zayla lowered her gaze, letting her tears fall freely. One second… Two seconds…

Three seconds… Just as he was opening the door, a resonating “thud” filled the room as the door closed again. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Swiftly, he turned around, wrapped his arm around her slender waist, lifted her up, and sat her atop the tall chest of drawers. “Thud, thud,” sounded as items from the top of the chest tumbled down.

Zayla couldn’t speak, but she could clearly hear the sounds of falling items and his slightly ragged breathing. “You’re really heartless. I’ve wasted my affection on you.”

He cradled her head, letting her cheek rest against his chest. Very quickly, her hot tears soaked through his shirt, a direct strike to his heart.

Feeling an unbearable ache, his arms tightened around her… “You want to leave when you see me, but you won’t even give me a hug?

“So sugar mommy can bully people like this?

“Even a gigolo has more rights than me, huh?” Listening to him, Zayla couldn’t help but cry more, her tears pitter-pattering down…

Her crying was silent, and this made his heart ache even more. He cradled her face, wet with tears, and leaned in to kiss them away, their noses touching, leaving her no room to escape.

“I left the Kovis because you weren’t there. “I came to Harper because you’re here, but now you don’t want me.

“Zayla, tell me, is this fair to me?”

Her long eyelashes fluttered, weighed down by tears. A hot tear fell onto his finger, the warmth stinging his skin.

She didn’t know whether to nod or shake her head, she just looked at him silently, shedding silent tears… She thought, ‘But, but… I may never speak again in my life. Lincoln, how can I stand by your side like this?’ Her inner turmoil only made her cry harder.

Lincoln knew what she was worried about. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and he laughed.

“Do you think I would care about this after all the machinations I’ve been through to get to where I am?” Hearing his words, Zayla shook her head without hesitation.

Her delicate fingers pointed at him, then at herself, but in her panicked state, she couldn’t find the words to express herself. Seeing this, Lincoln was heartbroken but leaned in to kiss her lips. “No rush, take your time.” He offered his open palm to her.

“Write it down, tell me, okay?” She traced each letter in his palm, one by one. “You may not care, but I do.”

“Care about what?” he asked.

Her gaze dropped, and her hand, which had been tracing letters in his palm, froze. Her fingers trembled slightly. Seeing this, Lincoln tightened his palm, holding her small hand. He cradled her head, capturing her lips in a kiss, giving her no chance to resist. The kiss penetrated to the marrow.

Her watery eyes were dazed as he lifted her up and carried her towards the bed. Just as they tumbled onto it, a loud “clang” came from outside!

Zayla shivered, her thoughts rushing back to reality. Her strap had slipped off her shoulder, and she hastily reached out to push against his chest. Lincoln turned his gaze towards the direction of the door.

He sighed helplessly, murmuring in a low voice, “Mr. Vargas is eavesdropping.” Zayla was speechless. Such a dear father, selling out his daughter… Then, a rustling noise could be heard…