Chapter 738


    Chapter 738 The Pleasure of Youth


    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 Bridgnd


    Vi. At this time, Za 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 ss door opened. Za furrowed her delicate eyebrows and


    carefully walked towards thending 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, Za saw this handsome


    face in front of her. In the next second, Za 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.


    “Do you want your family to know that I climbed into your room through the window in the middle of the


    night?”


    Za was stunned for a moment. Seeing that the vase was ced firmly on the closet, she breathed a


    sigh of relief and then exined in a low voice, “I forgot the vase in my hand when I saw you.”


    Lincoln raised his eyebrows upon hearing this and was very satisfied with her answer. With one hand


    sping her slender waist and the other hand firmly shutting thending door, Lincoln held her close.


    The 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 curtains


    are tightly closed.”


    That night when she was drunk and still rational, she vaguely remembered being concerned about the


    curtains… Thinking of this, Za flushed. The room was pitch ck.


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    Even if their breaths were intertwined, it was difficult to see the changes in their expressions. With a


    burst of courage, Za’s weak arm wrapped around his neck as she whispered, “Mr. Nash, would you


    like to check that?” “Huh?” He raised an eyebrow.


    “Checking if your climbing over the wall and window just now was caught on my house’s surveince


    cameras?” He lowered his head, put the tip of his nose against hers, and said firmly, “Don’t worry,


    Za. Your home surveince is under my control.”


    Za was stunned, her eyes widening in surprise as her hand touched the touch screen at the head of


    the bed. With a “beep” sound, the lights in the room turned on! She blinked her eyes in astonishment. “I


    never thought that with your status, you would dare to invade other people’s surveince systems?”


    “It’s not 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 out?” Za blurted out, “Are you sure you are low-profile?” Lincoln was


    actually a high-profile man!


    “If you think so, why do you still push me out this afternoon?” Za chuckled, “That was just a


    temporary measure. I couldn’t let my father see us… in the hallway… like that!”


    He squinted his dangerous eyes and asked, “Like what?” “Like this.” Za wrapped her arms “around


    his neck and took the initiative to kiss him.


    He satisfiedly curved the corners of his lips, his smile reaching his eyes, showing an indulgent


    affection. Time seemed to freeze at this moment. Za nestled in his arms, exceptionally quiet.


    Lincoln’s back was marked with scratches from her nails. In the future, they needed to change


    positions. Otherwise, his back would be scratched by the little girl.


    Za slept soundly, and he resembled a male mistress in the midst of a secret affair with a wealthy


    woman, gathering his clothes from the floor and slipping them on one by one.


    “Hm…” Za turned over and instinctively hugged his waist. Lincoln lowered his head and chuckled


    softly, whispering in her ear…