After Dirvorce I become a SheEO by Vada Weeks

Chapter 856

Chapter 856 His Wedding Gift

Evie blinked her eyes and instantly grasped the meaning of the phrase in return. The rosy blush on her cheeks

became more apparent, displaying her embarrassment. She hastily attempted to retreat and escape, but a hand

swiftly grasped her slender waist. “Where are you running off to when we agreed on reciprocity?” “When did I ever

agree to reciprocity with you?” Stephen fell momentarily silent as if contemplating and pondering. After a brief

moment, he earnestly said,

“You’re right. We never actually agreed on reciprocity.” Zayla, hiding by the window, felt weak at the knees, and her

mind filled with astonishment. She thought, “Stephen, are you clueless or what? Can’t you understand anything? If

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she didn’t agree, then forget it. You’re her husband. Go on! Just forcibly kiss her! It’s so exasperating!” Zayla

wanted to press their heads together and make them kiss already. Was it really that difficult? She sighed helplessly.

Suddenly, Stephen’s voice resounded. “So, I now solemnly propose a discussion about reciprocity. What do you

say?” Holy cow! Zayla instantly jolted. She thought, “I never expected Stephen to be so smooth-tongued. It was my

mistake!” She secretly peeked from the window and saw Evie looking unsure.

What if I don’t agree?” Evie faint smile appearing on her face. “Not agreeing is also fine. It’s your freedom and your

right.” He chuckled softly. Just as he finished speaking, he swiftly changed the subject… “But it’s also my right to do

something bad.” Evie stood there, stunned. Stephen looked down and kissed her lips, not allowing her any chance

to escape. Zayla, who was spying, burst into Taughter. Until Henric’s untimely exclamation! “Zayla! What are you

looking at by the window? You’re wrinkling the wedding dress!” The window was slightly ajar, and Henric’s voice

carried outside! Zayla barely had time to cover Henric’s mouth!

The two kissing individuals naturally separated immediately, but Stephen’s hand still held onto Evie’s. He did not

allow her to shyly run away. Even if they weren’t married yet, they were a properly engaged couple. Wasn’t a quick

kiss normal? Although they parted quickly, Henric caught a glimpse, immediately exclaiming. “Oh my, why are you

holding onto the wedding dress? Turns out you were watching them kiss!” Zayla was utterly speechless. Linda was

also speechless. She glanced at Henric and said, “If you don’t speak, no one will mistake you for a mute. I think

you’re just envious of the affection between an engaged couple, trying to ruin the atmosphere here!”

Henric wasn’t one to be trifled with and retorted, “I noticed the dress was wrinkled! And Lalso have my dear one, so

what’s there to envy? I think it’s you who has no boyfriend, so you are envious.” Linda didn’t back down and

countered, “Yes, I envy you. I’ll have my paparazzi follow you around and purposely disrupt your dates with your

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dear one!” Henric crossed his arms, huffing. “The old saying is indeed true!” “What old saying? What did it say?”

“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!” Henric was the only man in this dressing room! Upon hearing his words,

everyone looked at him in unison. Henric trembled, feeling the intensity of death stares! A chill ran down his spine.

He turned around and saw Stephen’s gaze! He couldn’t care less about others, but when it came to Evie and Zayla

being maliciously spoken of, he couldn’t just let it slide!

“Henric, should I relay what you just said to Lincoln?” Henric was terrified in his heart! If Lincoln, the husband doting

madly on his wife, found out, wouldn’t he break Henric’s legs? Even if he had his dear one’s support, it was difficult

for his dear one to help him from a faraway distance! In the next second, Henric meekly looked down. Suddenly, a

knocking sound echoed through the room. “Aunt Zayla, are you there?” Was that Ophelia’s voice? Linda opened the

door, seeing Ophelia standing outside in a lemon-yellow dress with a beaming smile. “Aunt Zayla, can I take a few

minutes of your time?” “Of course.” Zayla stepped forward, noticing a large box next to Ophelia appearing quite

valuable. “Aunt Zayla, this is Simon’s wedding gift for you.”