EX-husband Groveling to Me

Chapter 603 Lincoln, I Like It So Much

Chapter 603 Lincoln, I like it so much

Lincoln didn't know where to get out of the band-aid, Jasmine looked at her own heel that had been put

on the band-aid, and then looked at Lincoln, but I didn't think that the man who was so high and cold

would actually be so considerate.

She remembered what Eden had asked herself in the morning and suddenly felt as if there was nothing

wrong with getting married early.

"Back to the hotel."

Hearing Lincoln's voice, Jasmine came back to her senses, realizing what she had just been distracted

thinking about, and she sheepishly dared not look at Lincoln.

Lincoln gave her a look, "Thinking about what?"

"Didn't think anything of it."

Jasmine looked down at her phone, which contained the photos that Eden and the girls had brought in

advance from the makeup artist.

Most of them are shots of Sara, with a few occasional shots of others.

Iris discovered the photographer's caution: "Looking good is different. Look at Jasmine's pictures. Tsk,

tsk, tsk, this cameraman took a lot of pictures of Jasmine! And Lincoln's!"

Eden added, "All the pictures are of Lincoln looking at Jasmine."

Jasmine went into the sharing album, flipped through it for a while, and found really quite a few pictures

of herself and Lincoln.

Sara hired two photographers for this wedding, one who was mainly responsible for photographing her

and the groom, and one who was responsible for photographing relatives and friends.

Probably because Jasmine and Lincoln both have outstanding looks and are easy to photograph,

photographers who shoot friends and family especially like to shoot her and Lincoln.

There are quite a few photos, both single and group.

Jasmine as a bridesmaid naturally cannot go along with Lincoln, so there are not many real photos of

the two together, but there are many photos of them in the same frame, as most of them are of Lincoln

looking at Jasmine from the sidelines.

I don't know how the photographer took the shot, as if he captured it every time Lincoln looked at

Jasmine.

Jasmine subconsciously glanced at the man beside her who was concentrating on driving, and her

heart seemed to be flooded with honey, so sweet that she was a bit overwhelmed.

Ah, how can her boyfriend be so stuffy.

There was a red light ahead, the car stopped, and Lincoln turned his head sideways: "What are you

looking at?"

When she was caught peeking, Jasmine's hands shook and the phone in her hand fell directly to her

feet.

Jasmine picked her phone up in a panic and whispered down, "Look at you."

Dark eyes moved slightly, Lincoln swept the phone in her hand, his eyes skimmed over the photo on it

that hadn't had time to exit, and he tapped his index finger slightly, "Tired?"

Jasmine was slightly relieved to see that he didn't ask further, "It's okay."

Tired is not particularly tired, is the high heels do not fit, wear a little uncomfortable feet.

"Close your eyes and take a break."

"Good."

Jasmine had just set a rare photo of the two of them together as the desktop of her phone, and she

was now so vain that when she heard Lincoln's words, she didn't dare to play with her phone anymore:

"Eh, eh."

She said, putting her phone back inside the small bag on one side, her hands nowhere to be found

grasping the seat belt, and looking at Lincoln with her head.

Meeting his eyes, Jasmine blinked and literally closed her eyes to rest.

When the car stopped, Jasmine thought she was back inside the hotel.

Just accidentally fell asleep, and now wake up, the upper and lower eyelids seem to be stuck together,

a little inseparable.

She subconsciously wanted to reach out and rub her eyes, but before her hand touched her eyes, she

was stopped by Lincoln: "Your eyes are made up, don't rub them."

Hearing this from him, Jasmine just remembered that she had put on eye makeup.

She had to let go, yawned twice, turned sideways and opened the car door, Jasmine froze when she

saw everything unfamiliar outside the car window, "This ... doesn't seem to be the hotel we're staying

in, does it?"

"No, the nearby mall, buy a pair of shoes first."

Lincoln said, glancing down at her band-aided heel.

Jasmine's heels had been taken off her feet, and her feet were now bare on the blanket, and she was a

little shy when he looked over, and subconsciously shrank her toes.

"Wait for me for a moment, I'll be back when I buy a pair of shoes."

"I'll go with you!"

He didn't know what shoe size she was wearing, and the heels were specially bought to match the

bridesmaid's dresses, so even if she wanted to change a pair of shoes, she couldn't just change them.

"There are no spare shoes in the car, so don't wear those high heels again."

Although his tone was gentle, his attitude was strong.

And it was for her own good, too. Jasmine pursed her lips for a moment, "Then I'll wait inside the car

for you to come back."

"Good boy."

Lincoln saw her obeying and couldn't resist raising his hand to touch her head.

"My hair will be messed up."

Jasmine guessed what he wanted and reached out to protect her hair.

He glanced at the braided hair on Jasmine's head and finally withdrew his hand, "Wait for me, I'll be

back in ten minutes."

"Nnnn."

Jasmine nodded heavily and leaned out the car window to watch Lincoln step into the mall.

While Lincoln was away, Jasmine took her phone out again.

The group has been full of 99 messages flirting with them, Jasmine took a general look at them, saying

that they are too much, but the heart is sweet.

Eden and the girls should go to rest, no one is sending messages in the group at this time.

Jasmine went through the album again, checking the gaps and re-saving the photos she missed.

After doing this, she sheepishly put her phone back inside her bag.

Lincoln said ten minutes is ten minutes, but he came back with not only a bag with a shoebox, but also

a cake.

The mousse cake inside the transparent box was delicious at first glance. Jasmine looked at it and

immediately felt hungry.

Lincoln handed her the cake and held out the shoes again, "Try them on for comfort."

Jasmine hugged the cake and watched as he cupped his feet again, her ears flushed again without a

trace.

"I'll just try it myself-"

Lincoln didn't say anything, just took out a pair of hazy blue short thin heeled single shoes from inside

the shoe box.

The style is also ... pretty good-looking!

The size is not too big, not too small, Jasmine's feet into it, surprisingly just right.

She was a little surprised: "How do you know my yardage?"

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Lincoln said, looking up at her, "Is it comfortable to wear?"

"It's quite comfortable to wear it like this, but I'll have to get down and walk around to find out."

"Hmm."

He answered, pushed the door as far open as it would go, and helped Jasmine out of the car.

The shoes are indeed very comfortable, compared to the pair of high heels she wears is simply a

heaven and a earth, Jasmine walked a few steps to feel it.

A buckle design style, the back do not have to worry about grinding feet.

When looking at the shoes only think the style is okay, Jasmine wore it and found the effect surprisingly

good.

She happily hugged Lincoln, "The shoes are so beautiful, Lincoln, I love them so much, thank you."

She speaks softly and sweetly, and even when she says thank you, she doesn't make people feel any

sense of alienation.

To Lincoln, it sounded more like she was pouting.