After Dirvorce I become a SheEO by Vada Weeks

Chapter 722

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Chapter 722 Pampering

Zayla let out a soft hum and didn’t answer. No response? He narrowed his eyes and suddenly loosened his grip.

“Ah!” Zayla exclaimed, hastily giving her answer. “Yes! Yes!”

Lincoln still firmly held her in his arms, keeping her secure, and then he placed her into the bathtub. His hand swiftly

removed her damp sunscreen shirt.

Zayla quickly held herself tight. “You should go out…” she reached out and pushed him. “I’m just pampering my

sugar mommy.” Zayla looked at him, “Pampering, me?” “Isn’t that what I’m doing?”

His hand had already found its way to her smooth back, effortlessly unclasping the hook. Zayla was taken aback by

his confident movements. Little did she know, that night he struggled with it… in the end, the black bra was torn

apart by him.

The steam filled the air, enveloping the entire bathroom in a misty haze, while the water in the bathtub continued

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to overflow. Satiated and content, it was already dark outside. Zayla felt completely limp, unable to muster any

strength. “Are you appeased now?”

He whispered softly in her ear. Zayla sank into the bed, turning her head away in anger, refusing to pay him any

attention.

He knew she was upset, so he kissed her ear and said again, “I’ve been abstinent for nearly thirty years, and now

that I’ve indulged, you should at least understand and forgive me.”

Upon hearing these words, Zayla immediately felt wide awake. Her beautiful eyes widened in astonishment as she

looked at him.

Though she still couldn’t exert any force, that… that short sentence contained a wealth of information. She blinked

her eyes and unconsciously lowered her gaze… Then, she burst out laughing.

Seeing her laughter so charming, Lincoln pinched her nose and said, “You want me to pamper you again?” That

kind of pampering was not what she had in mind! She had fallen for it!

Zayla recalled the scene in the bathroom just now, being in the cramped bathtub, then being lifted out of the water,

pressed against the wall, and finally being placed on the sink. She immediately suppressed her smile, closed her

eyes, and pretended to be tired.

He chuckled softly, caressed her head gently, and tucked her in with a quilt. Just as he was about to turn and leave,

Zayla reached out and hooked her finger around his.

“Mr. Nash, I know now.” Know what? “You’re a virgin.” With those words, Zayla quickly let go, turned her back, and

pretended to be asleep under the quilt.

Lincoln chuckled, purposely taking a few steps forward, leaning down, and calmly whispered in her ear… “Ms.

Vargas, I also know now.”

Zayla’s face turned red. After that night, she had seen the bedsheets hanging on the balcony… Her heart started to

race, thumping wildly like a group of deer joyfully dancing. Lincoln walked towards the room’s exit.

The inn was small, and now they had it all to themselves, with only the four of them residing there. Theodore and

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Scarlet were already dining on the ground floor. When they saw Lincoln, but not Zayla, they immediately asked,

“Where’s Zayla?” “She’s asleep.”

Theodore responded, “It’s only six o’clock… When did Zayla become such a heavy sleeper?” Scarlet didn’t say

anything, but she noticed the bite mark on Lincoln’s neck.

She had been worried that her daughter might repeat her mistakes, but over the past few days, her opinion had

shifted towards Lincoln. She believed he was the one who had a tough life.

“If she’s tired, let her sleep. Let’s eat first,” Scarlet spoke up. Theodore agreed, “Lincoln, you must be hungry too.

Come and join us for a meal.” Lincoln nodded and took his seat.

The dinner was enjoyable, and Theodore poured a few drinks for Lincoln. It wasn’t wine, but… tequila. “Can you

handle it?” Theodore waved the bottle in his hand. “I can.”

“It’s great to have a dependable future son-in-law who can join me for a few drinks. Unlike that brat Stephen, and

Zayla, neither of them can handle their liquor. It’s quite embarrassing,”

Theodore remarked. Upon mentioning Stephen, Lincoln’s hand holding the glass paused for a moment. However, it

was just a brief pause, and he quickly resumed as if nothing had happened.

Scarlet advised Theodore to drink less and went upstairs. After a day of fun, everyone was naturally tired. After

dinner, Lincoln went up to the second-floor terrace.

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