I become a SheEO After Dirvorce

Chapter 92

Chapter 92 Mr. Nash Has Food Delivered to Zayla

“I’ve heard that you are in Seattle.”

Zayla looked at his message and calmed herself down.

She inserted the room card, and the lights in the room lit up.

Then, she replied, “Yes. Mr. Nash, how did you know?”

“I asked about the progress of the stable project, and Mr. Hudson is here.”

So Ira told Lincoln about her whereabouts.

Just as Zayla was about to ask if Lincoln was satisfied with the stable, her phone rang…

This time, Zayla couldn’t refuse to pick it up.

If she hadn’t replied to his Line message before, she could explain she missed the call. But she had just replied to his message a second ago…

Zayla could only pick it up.

“Have you had dinner?”

His calm voice sounded kind of touched her heart.

“Not yet…” This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Just as she said so, the doorbell rang.

“I’ll open the door”

Zayla walked towards the door and saw a staff member dressed in the uniform through the peephole.

When Zayla opened the door, the staff member bowed respectfully and startled Zayla.

“Hello, Ms. Vargas. This is your dinner given by our hotel. I’m sorry for what happened just now.”

Then, the waiter took the dinner boxes out of the dining car and placed them on the

glass table.

Then he bowed and left.

The door closed.

Zayla looked at the dishes on the table.

A second ago, Lincoln asked her if she had eaten dinner. She gave a negative reply.

But the next second, the hotel delivered dinner to her as an apology, and all of the food

was her favorite.

Was it such a coincidence?

Zayla said stiffly to Lincoln on the other side of the line, “The hotel just delivered dinner

to me.”

“This hotel is good. Ms. Vargas, you can give them a five-star rating.” Lincoln laughed.

“Go eat your dinner.”

His voice sounded again.

Zayla felt that she should say something else before ending their conversation.

“Mr. Nash, have you eaten dinner?”

“Yes.”

“Mr. Nash, have a good night. If there are any problems with the stable, you can contact

me anytime.”

Lincoln was a client of Twilight Studio. As the owner of the studio, Zayla naturally had

to be polite with him.

After a few seconds of silence, Lincoln’s voice sounded again…

“If there’s no problem with the stable, I can’t contact you, can I?”

Zayla tightened her grip on the phone, and her back stiffened.

Her expression changed slightly. For a moment, she did not know how to answer. Her heart seemed to beat faster.

It thumped.

“Ms. Vargas, I mean it,” Lincoln said in a low voice.

“Mr. Nash, did you drink? You don’t seem to be sober. I’m a little hungry, so I’ll have dinner now. Mr. Nash, good night.”

Without waiting for his reply, Zayla hung up the phone.

Lincoln stood on the viewing platform. His phone placed beside him showed the chat box with Zayla.

As the phone screen went dark, Lincoln heard the sound of footsteps.

Aziel said respectfully, “Mr. Nash, the hotel said dinner has been sent to Ms. Vargas. It

was prepared by the best chef according to the menu you have listed.”

“Tell them to blacklist Simon after this.”

Four Seasons Hotel was a famous luxury hotel in Seattle.

Lincoln was its only big boss behind.

“Got it,” Aziel responded and left.

Lincoln listened to the sea breeze and looked up at the coffee garden under the night sky. His eyes became colder…