Chapter 590 The Jealous Lincoln
"Zayla," Lincoln murmured in her ear, "you are mine."
Never in his life had Lincoln felt the pang of jealousy, toward anything or anyone...
Except for Simon. Lincoln was envious because Simon once had Zayla.
Zayla gazed at Lincoln and asked teasingly, "Mr. Nash, can I ask you a serious question?"
"Hmm?"
"Why are you such a jealous man?"
A chuckle escaped Lincoln's lips as he casually replied, "Guess you, as my sugar mommy, will have to make me less jealous then."
"That might be a bit difficult..." Zayla frowned, replying without hesitation.
"Why is that?"
"Your sugar mommy is in high demand."
"Who dares to compete?" Lincoln's expression turned cold, raising an eyebrow. "I'll deal with them."
How typical of you, Lincoln.
After a moment, Zayla simply collapsed into his arms. With a human cushion that was both warm and comfortable, why not?
Her chin rested against Lincoln's chest.