Chapter 830 Not Allowed to Show My Face
Chapter 830 Not Allowed to Show My Face
Jason was terrified. He was pinned down on the ground and struggled desperately. Jason said, “What are you going to do? What are you going to do!” He didn’t have time to ask for help. Being gagged, he could only make sounds using his throat.
Lincoln walked forward with one of his shiny leather shoes on the back of his hand. He just squatted down in this way. Jason’s face turned pale. His tear flooded down, and his hand bone broke. Does it hurt?” Lincoln asked, knowing the answer. Jason’s face twisted. He kept nodding with his eyes full of pleading.
Lincoln saw it, but he remained indifferent. He smiled and said in a low voice, “That’s right if it hurts.” After finishing speaking, he raised his leg and kicked Jason over.
“Since you have nowhere to go, why not go to hell?” Lincoln said. Then, the tragic and miserable sound rang out. However, the howling wind and the noisy sound of fire extinguishing in the distance covered it.
When Zayla finished choosing photos and looked in Lincoln’s direction, he was already walking toward her. His body blocked her sight, making him the only one in her vision. He asked, “Have you finished?” Zayla said yes, nodded, and handed him the phone.
Lincoln looked at the photos she had chosen, and couldn’t help laughing. One of the photos was taken when he walked toward the depths of the corridor with her in his arms. The other was snapped when he took her into his arms. In both photos, he didn’t show his face.
“What’s so good about these two photos? Can you see that it’s me who is hugging you?” Lincoln asked. Zayla said, “They are good because they can’t.” He raised his hand to clasp her slender waist and pull her back.
“Are you doing this on purpose?” He asked, raising his eyebrows and lowering his body to block the only light. Zayla raised his head to meet his eyes. Facing his oppressive aura and semi-threatening tone, instead of shaking her head, she nodded her head heavily. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.
She said, “Yes.”
Lincoln didn’t speak. He let go of her slender waist and held her little hand instead. Then, in front of her, he used the photo of her showing her side face as his Line avatar and took a photo of her as the background of Timeline.
After the setting, he interlocked his fingers with her and led her toward where the car was parked. Looking at his slender figure, Zayla asked tentatively, “Aren’t you angry, Mr.
Nash? You didn’t show your face in the two photos.” “What else can I do if I’m angry?” Lincoln asked. Lincoln looked back at her and smiled helplessly, “My wife won’t let me show my face, and I can only be obedient.”
Zayla thought. “Why does he look so much like a wronged little daughter-in-law?” Lincoln didn’t speak until he got into the car Zayla lightly poked his side waist and said, “Would you like to reload my Timeline, Mr. Nash?”
Hearing that, Lincoln took out his phone without delay and reloaded her Timeline. What caught his eye was a Timeline she had posted two minutes ago. He showed his face in each of the nine photos. There were so many likes and comments.
A smile came to Lincoln’s eyes. He took her into his arms and stared at her with his head down. When his lips were a few centimeters away from hers, he stopped and smiled. He said, “Zayla, I am satisfied with the photos in Timeline, but do you want to explain your accompanying text?”
As he spoke, he held up his phone. From the corner of Zayla eyes, she saw the lit screen, and her words were so clearly visible.