EX-husband Groveling to Me novel Chapter 582

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."

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.

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.