"W-what?" Zayla looked at him and asked with a bit of confusion.
With a smile, he pointed to his watch and said, "The time you spent talking to him and I waited for you alone."
Zayla was speechless.
"Now, can you give me some time?"
Zayla stroked her chin and swayed her slender legs thoughtfully.
"Well... Then I will give you some time. Mr. Nash, what do you want to tell me?"
"Let's have dinner tonight."
"Ah?"
He laughed and said, "The time you spend with me is supposed to be longer than twelve minutes and forty-five seconds."
Zayla was stunned.
Was he jealous?
Lincoln met her gaze, and looking into her clear and bright eyes, he bent down and whispered in her ear...
"As you think."
Zayla was startled, and her heart skipped several beats.
She was a little at a loss, her hands resting on the table, and when she touched the excellent suit jacket, she was even more flustered...