I become a SheEO After Dirvorce

Chapter 802

Chapter 802 I Was Wrong but Never Change

After Theodore had left, Lincoln sat beside Zayla and instinctively held her hand.

“Remember to call me if there’s anything like this again.” Lincoln’s confident words echoed.

How could he allow his little girl to consume such disgustingly sweet pumpkin soup?

Zayla nodded and replied, “Got it, Mr.Nash.”

There’s my good little girl.”

Zayla spoke seriously, “But I wish my dad wouldn’t go off course next time; it was just too sweet.”

Evie seated not far away, nodded enthusiastically to show her agreement.

Stephen could not help but chuckle.

But as Stephen’s eyes met Lincoln’s, it felt like two fiery forces collided in the air, creating an invisible burst of energy!

Zayla picked up on it, and Evie was also aware of it. NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

Immediately after, Evie hurriedly reached out and held Stephen’s hand.

Stephen snapped back to reality and looked at Evie. “What’s wrong?”

Evie came up with an excuse and said, “Mother just asked me to hang lanterns and tie red ribbons. Would you like me to show you?”

There was no way Stephen could have missed Evie’s intentions. Nonetheless, he nodded and held her hand, following her as they left.

Just as the two left, Zayla looked at Lincoln beside her.

“Lincoln…”

No, I know my boundaries,” Lincoln affirmed confidently.

Zayla questioned sincerely, “Is there no way for you and my brother to get along peacefully?

“No way.”

Lincoln could sense that Stephen had not completely moved on and resumed his role as the older brother. Thus, Lincoln continued to be Stephen’s love rival.

How could he possibly not feel threatened? Coexist peacefully with a love rival?

After hearing his firm reply, Zayla questioned, “But earlier, you said you were wrong?”

“I admit I was wrong, but I will not change.”

“Lincoln! You! Um!”

Lincoln gently held her head with his broad palm as he leaned down and kissed her lips.

Zayla’s small hand anxiously clung to his coat, finding breathing hard.

However, Lincoln stubbornly held onto

Zayla, refusing to let go until her cheeks turned rosy. Only then did he reluctantly release her. His hand remained firmly clasped around hers, not allowing her any chance of stepping back.

Lincoln’s nose pressed against hers, his thin lips a mere centimeter away, releasing a warm breath that tickled Zayla’s cheeks.

“You’re mad at me because of your brother?”

“Well, yeah, that’s my brother we’re talking about.”

“I’m your husband,” Lincoln emphasizes.

“Not yet…”

We are in name only, so will you give up on me?”

Zayla exclaimed, “What is all of this nonsense?”

“No, I didn’t! I’m not that kind of person! Stop making things up!” Zayla quickly denied it, desperately trying to defend herself.

Seeing this, Lincoln smiled, softening the chiseled lines of his handsome face.

“So, are you still angry with me?”

Lincoln’s voice grew husky, incredibly tempting. but she inexplicably shook her head.

“Exactly,” Lincoln grinned and lightly pressed his lips against Zayla’s.

At that very moment, Zayla’s realization kicked in.

Zayla pondered, Why would I shake my head like that?

Oh no… Beauty has led me astray.>