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Chapter 738 The Pleasure of Youth
Sitting in the car, Melvin was filled with confusion. Why he climbed over the wall instead of walking through the
front gate? Was this what they call the pleasure of youth? “I’m getting old. I’m really getting old,”
Melvin muttered to himself. He then pretended to have seen nothing and drove away from Bridgeland Villa. At this
time, Zayla was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Suddenly, there was a slight noise, barely
audible.
Then, with a click, the lock on the glass door opened. Zayla furrowed her delicate eyebrows and carefully walked
towards the landing door.
The moment the door opened, she immediately raised the vase and wanted to smash it down. At the same time, a
hand firmly grasped her wrist, and a towering figure pinned her against the wall.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Do you always have such heightened awareness, or are you trying to murder your dear husband?” A corner of the
curtain was blown open, and through the light of the courtyard, Zayla saw this handsome face in front of her. In the
next second, Zayla let go and got into his arms. The vase was about to hit the ground. Lincoln smiled helplessly,
reached out to catch it, and put it on the closet beside him.
“Do you want your family to know that I climbed into your room through the window in the middle of the night?”
Zayla was stunned for a moment. Seeing that the vase was placed firmly on the closet, she breathed a sigh of relief
and then explained in a low voice, “I forgot the vase in my hand when I saw you.”
Lincoln raised his eyebrows upon hearing this and was very satisfied with her answer. With one hand clasping her
slender waist and the other hand firmly shutting the landing door, Lincoln held her close.
The curtains were drawn once again, perfectly aligned. Lincoln pressed her down onto the soft bed “Would you like
to check again?” he asked in a low voice. “Check? Check what?” “Whether the curtains are tightly closed.”
That night when she was drunk and still rational, she vaguely remembered being concerned about the curtains…
Thinking of this, Zayla flushed. The room was pitch black.
Even if their breaths were intertwined, it was difficult to see the changes in their expressions. With a burst of
courage, Zayla’s weak arm wrapped around his neck as she whispered, “Mr. Nash, would you like to check that?”
“Huh?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Checking if your climbing over the wall and window just now was caught on my house’s surveillance cameras?” He
lowered his head, put the tip of his nose against hers, and said firmly, “Don’t worry, Zayla. Your home surveillance
is under my control.”
Zayla was stunned, her eyes widening in surprise as her hand touched the touch screen at the head of the bed.
With a “beep” sound, the lights in the room turned on! She blinked her eyes in astonishment. “I never thought that
with your status, you would dare to invade other people’s surveillance systems?”
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“It’s not an invasion. It’s maintenance. Besides, I’m just a low-profile gigolo, so how can I let the family of the sugar
mommy find out?” Zayla blurted out, “Are you sure you are low-profile?” Lincoln was actually a high-profile man!
“If you think so, why do you still push me out this afternoon?” Zayla chuckled, “That was just a temporary measure.
I couldn’t let my father see us… in the hallway… like that!”
He squinted his dangerous eyes and asked, “Like what?” “Like this.” Zayla wrapped her arms “around his neck and
took the initiative to kiss him.
He satisfiedly curved the corners of his lips, his smile reaching his eyes, showing an indulgent affection. Time
seemed to freeze at this moment. Zayla nestled in his arms, exceptionally quiet. Lincoln’s back was marked with
scratches from her nails. In the future, they needed to change positions. Otherwise, his back would be scratched by
the little girl.
Zayla slept soundly, and he resembled a male mistress in the midst of a secret affair with a wealthy woman,
gathering his clothes from the floor and slipping them on one by one.
“Hm…” Zayla turned over and instinctively hugged his waist. Lincoln lowered his head and chuckled softly,
whispering in her ear…
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