Zayla pretended to be angry and snorted several times secretly. She wanted to scare Lincoln.
Lincoln stopped and stood in front of Zayla.
He became solemn and stared at her.
"Stay out of the way.
"Lincoln, get out of the way."
Why was Zayla so cute when she was angry?
Lincoln moved a step obediently.
Zayla was about to walk toward the lounge but didn't expect her wrist to be held by Lincoln.
She looked up at him. He raised his eyebrow and carried her up in the next second.
"Lincoln," Zayla exclaimed subconsciously and widened her eyes in astonishment.
He smiled wickedly. His handsome face got close to her beautiful face. Then, he whispered in her ear.
"I know I was wrong."
Zayla's eyes glittered, and she burst into laughter.
After that, she continued to show the majesty of a sugar mommy.
"Really?"
Lincoln nodded, "Sugar mommy, please forgive me."