EX-husband Groveling to Me

Chapter 582 Deliberately, Isn'T It?

Chapter 582 Deliberately, isn't it?

"Jasmine."

As soon as Jasmine's words left her mouth, she suddenly heard Lincoln call out to herself.

"Huh?"

She subconsciously responded, inclining her head to meet Lincoln's eyes, and Jasmine swallowed

slightly.

What kind of eyes is this Li Pai Pi?

Why does she feel weird ...

"It's not someone else's place."

"What?"

Before Jasmine could react, she saw Lincoln walk over to the European-style round table not far away

and pick up the roses that were sitting on it.

When she saw him pick up the roses, Jasmine's first thought was that Lincoln was going to confess to

someone.

But who does Lincoln like? She's been with him for over a year, so she didn't even notice.

The thought of him confessing his love to someone else, Jasmine's heart was surprisingly sour.

I don't know why, but it's just not very comfortable.

Lost in thought, Lincoln was already walking up to her.

Jasmine looked up at him, her eyes a little hot, and she didn't even notice that they were actually red:

"Mr. Bradley, you want to confess your love."

Once you open your mouth, the words look like they've been soaked in vinegar, sour.

Lincoln's expression softened in a rare moment, "Hmm." Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Hearing him answer, the expression on Jasmine's face became even harder.

She didn't know what was wrong with her, she just had a hard time.

"Ah, that's good, then I won't bother you."

Jasmine said, squeezing a smile that was worse than tears, and turned around with the intention of

running away.

Just as the person looked up, his hand was pulled by the man behind him.

The man's body temperature was higher than hers, and Jasmine's wrist clearly felt the warmth of the

other man's palm.

She was a little confused and looked back at Lincoln in disbelief: "Mr. Bradley, if you want to go

confess, just confess, you dragged me, in case that girl just saw it and misunderstood, how bad it is."

Jasmine said, raising her hand like she was peeling away the hand Lincoln had landed on her wrist.

But just as she raised her hand, Lincoln handed her the bouquet he was holding: "Jasmine, would you

like to consider spending some time with me?"

Jasmine looked at the bouquet of roses in front of her and was shocked to hear Lincoln's words, "Mr.

Bradley, even if I was wrong to lie and trick you into coming to this dinner, you didn't have to play such

a big joke on me, did you?"

The point is, she can't help but take it seriously.

Lincoln's face darkened when he heard her say this, "Are you playing dumb or are you really dumb?"

Jasmine was embarrassed, of course she was not really stupid, just, quite, quite suddenly.

Jasmine didn't say anything, and there was a sudden silence between the two.

Lincoln couldn't help but frown a bit, "You have a favorite?"

"Yes, there is."

Jasmine nodded her head, and Lincoln's face could no longer be described as embarrassed.

He looked down at Jasmine, and the emotions inside his dark eyes changed a thousand times, but

finally he suppressed them.

He snorted coldly, "You're right, I was just kidding with you, what I just said, forget it."

After saying that, Lincoln raised his hand and threw the flowers into the trash can to the side.

Jasmine was heartbroken, such a beautiful bouquet of flowers, how this person just throw away ah.

She rushed over to pick up the flowers, and the Lincolns were already striding away.

Jasmine looked back at the lights inside this garden and chased after them, holding the flowers.

"Hey."

Lincoln sulked all the way out, thinking that Jasmine already had someone else in mind, and he

couldn't help but want to get that person out of the way.

He was afraid that if he didn't go faster, he wouldn't be able to resist taking Jasmine for himself first.

He has liked her for so many years, waited for her, kept her side for so long in silence, and now, she

tells him that she has someone she likes.

Thinking about this, Lincoln felt as if his heart was pierced by a million arrows.

He regretted a bit, why not earlier, if he had sworn sovereignty at the beginning, would she have been

his only?

The chaotic thoughts raging inside his head, reason and emotion pulling true, just as Lincoln wanted to

stop, the hem of his shirt underneath him was suddenly pulled, and then he heard a familiar voice from

behind him.

Lincoln stiffened for a rare moment, and he looked back to see Jasmine picking up the roses at some

point and holding them in her arms at this time.

Seeing him turn back around, Jasmine raised an eyebrow at him and smiled, "Don't you even ask who I

like?"

This confession is too casual.

What to consider together, hear her say that there is someone she likes, ask not even a question.

Lincoln looked down at Jasmine, who was following him, and it suddenly dawned on him.

He turned around and spoke with restraint, asking, "Jasmine, who is the one you like?"

At this time, people are inside the banquet hall, this side of the aisle in addition to the two of them no

one else.

Jasmine looked at him coming towards her and subconsciously backed up to the side, without taking a

few steps back, her shoulder hit the wall on the side.

Those dark eyes locked on her as if they were going to drag her in.

Jasmine's heart jumped as Lincoln looked at her, and subconsciously raised the bouquet of roses in

her hand to block Lincoln's view, responding vaguely, "The person standing in front of me."

The words Jasmine said in a lump and in a low voice, but Lincoln still heard them.

The aisle was so quiet, his heart was beating a little faster.

Lincoln swallowed slightly and rolled the knot in his throat, "Didn't hear you clearly, say again, who is

the person you like?"

Jasmine moved away from the bouquet for a moment and glanced at Lincoln.

The man's gaze burned, but a glance, she was looked at to burn up the general.

"Forget it if you can't hear it clearly."

She hummed, "I've been out for a while, my brother's looking for me, I have to get back-"

Jasmine said, holding the flowers and trying to go back inside the banquet hall.

But the man just took a step forward, and she was trapped by Lincoln directly between him and the

wall.

Jasmine looked up at him, her heart beating fast, "Mr. Bradley?"

The large hand landed on her chin and Jasmine's chin was lifted by Lincoln's fingers and she had to

meet his eyes.

"On purpose isn't it?"

Jasmine was a little vain when she was torn down: "What on purpose, what are you talking about, I

can't hear-uh!"

Before she could finish her sentence, the man directly lowered his head and blocked her lips.

The thin lips were a little cool, but Jasmine felt her whole body was hot.

Her lips were suddenly sucked, her whole body trembled, her legs felt like they were suddenly without

support, and her whole body went limp.

Lincoln caught the man with his other hand, and Jasmine, for the most part, leaned almost all the way

over Lincoln's side.

The hallway was quiet and Jasmine could clearly hear her heartbeat.

The floor was covered with blankets, and the footsteps of someone walking by were soft.

Lincoln heard the sound of people coming when it was too late, the other side passed by, he raised his

hand to snap Jasmine into his arms.

Passing by are two women, seeing Lincoln with some amazement, but the realization falls on Jasmine

in his arms? and the two withdraw their eyes.