I become a SheEO After Dirvorce

Chapter 841 Please Forgive Me

No one was better at feigning innocence than Zayla. Her bright eyes got misty. If she blinked, tears would roll down her cheeks. Looking at her pitiful face, Lincoln’s heart ached even though he knew she was pretending. If she cried, he felt distressed at each tear she shed.

He carried her into the car and closed the door, shutting the world out. At the same time, the screen inside the car was rolled Lincoln got on top of Zayla and pinned her between the car seat and his body. All his movements were done in one go. When Zayla came back to her senses, he held her hands and made her wrap around his strong waist, kissing her lips.

“Darling, you’re right. You’re a vulnerable woman, so you just need to hold my waist.” Zayla knew that no matter what she said, in the end, he would definitely give in willingly. She stifled her laughter and lightly poked his lower back. “Will you bully me after we get married?”

“Darling,” He whispered, “I dare not.” Looking at his doting smile, Zayla couldn’t hold back anymore and burst out laughing. “Don’t you dare…” She muttered softly, “I still have the bruises made by your hands.” Lincoln frowned and pushed her clothes Sure enough, there were evident fingerprints on the fair skin.

Why was she so sweet? Last night, he pinched her waist again and again and tossed her around. He couldn’t control Himself. Lincoln knew that he was wrong, so he coaxed softly. “I was wrong. Darling, please forgive me. Please.” “Okay. I’ll forgive you then.” Lincoln chuckled softly and gently pinched the tip of her nose.

Zayla held his waist and sat up slowly, giving a sweet smile. Suddenly, the luxury car stopped. Aziel tapped the screen lightly and said, “Mr. Nash, Mrs. Nash, we’ve arrived.” Zayla was a little curious and turned to look out the car window. “A bridal shop?” “It’s time to take the next step.” As Lincoln spoke, he took Zayla’s hand and entered the shop.

The bridal shop had three floors with French windows, but it didn’t have a name. The billboard on the top was pure white without a word. “Nameless Wedding Gowns?” Zayla came back to her sense. She had heard of Henric Pascal, a world-famous master of wedding gowns.

And Nameless Wedding Gowns was his personal brand! “Have you heard of it?” Lincoln gazed at Zayla Zayla nodded and said honestly, “When I was going to marry Simon, I did research, but I failed to wear it in the end.” Lincoln pulled her into his arms and said in a firm voice, “He is not the right man. How could you wear a wedding gown for him?”

After hearing this, Zayla smiled brightly. Yes, yes, you are the right man, so will put on a wedding dress for you.”” “Who dares to ask you to wear a wedding gown except me?” Right after Lincoln spoke, they heard a flurry of footsteps… Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Lincoln, will you gouge out the eyeballs of those men who dare to speak to your fiancée?” A man in casual clothes came down the glass staircase. Lincoln raised his eyebrows and said coldly, “Henric, you can find someone to try and see if I dare to do that!”