I become a SheEO After Dirvorce

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.

“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.

want your family to know that I climbed into your

placed firmly on the closet, she breathed a sigh of relief and then explained in a low voice, “I forgot the vase

upon hearing this and was very satisfied with her answer. With one hand clasping her slender waist and the other hand firmly

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

drunk and still rational, she vaguely remembered being concerned about the curtains… Thinking

it was difficult to see the changes in their expressions. With a burst of courage, Zayla’s weak

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

of the bed. With a “beep” sound, the lights

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