EX-husband Groveling to Me novel Chapter 603

Chapter 603 Lincoln, I like it so much

Lincoln didn't know where to get out of the band-aid, Jasmine looked at her own heel that had been put on the band-aid, and then looked at Lincoln, but I didn't think that the man who was so high and cold would actually be so considerate.

She remembered what Eden had asked herself in the morning and suddenly felt as if there was nothing wrong with getting married early.

"Back to the hotel."

Hearing Lincoln's voice, Jasmine came back to her senses, realizing what she had just been distracted thinking about, and she sheepishly dared not look at Lincoln.

Lincoln gave her a look, "Thinking about what?"

"Didn't think anything of it."

Jasmine looked down at her phone, which contained the photos that Eden and the girls had brought in advance from the makeup artist.

Most of them are shots of Sara, with a few occasional shots of others.

Iris discovered the photographer's caution: "Looking good is different. Look at Jasmine's pictures. Tsk, tsk, tsk, this cameraman took a lot of pictures of Jasmine! And Lincoln's!"

Eden added, "All the pictures are of Lincoln looking at Jasmine."

Jasmine went into the sharing album, flipped through it for a while, and found really quite a few pictures of herself and Lincoln.

Sara hired two photographers for this wedding, one who was mainly responsible for photographing her and the groom, and one who was responsible for photographing relatives and friends.

Probably because Jasmine and Lincoln both have outstanding looks and are easy to photograph, photographers who shoot friends and family especially like to shoot her and Lincoln.

There are quite a few photos, both single and group.

Jasmine as a bridesmaid naturally cannot go along with Lincoln, so there are not many real photos of the two together, but there are many photos of them in the same frame, as most of them are of Lincoln looking at Jasmine from the sidelines.

I don't know how the photographer took the shot, as if he captured it every time Lincoln looked at Jasmine.

Jasmine subconsciously glanced at the man beside her who was concentrating on driving, and her heart seemed to be flooded with honey, so sweet that she was a bit overwhelmed.

Ah, how can her boyfriend be so stuffy.

There was a red light ahead, the car stopped, and Lincoln turned his head sideways: "What are you looking at?"

When she was caught peeking, Jasmine's hands shook and the phone in her hand fell directly to her feet.

Jasmine picked her phone up in a panic and whispered down, "Look at you."

Dark eyes moved slightly, Lincoln swept the phone in her hand, his eyes skimmed over the photo on it that hadn't had time to exit, and he tapped his index finger slightly, "Tired?"

Jasmine was slightly relieved to see that he didn't ask further, "It's okay."

Tired is not particularly tired, is the high heels do not fit, wear a little uncomfortable feet.

"Close your eyes and take a break."

"Good."

Jasmine had just set a rare photo of the two of them together as the desktop of her phone, and she was now so vain that when she heard Lincoln's words, she didn't dare to play with her phone anymore: "Eh, eh."

She said, putting her phone back inside the small bag on one side, her hands nowhere to be found grasping the seat belt, and looking at Lincoln with her head.

Meeting his eyes, Jasmine blinked and literally closed her eyes to rest.

When the car stopped, Jasmine thought she was back inside the hotel.

Just accidentally fell asleep, and now wake up, the upper and lower eyelids seem to be stuck together, a little inseparable.

She subconsciously wanted to reach out and rub her eyes, but before her hand touched her eyes, she was stopped by Lincoln: "Your eyes are made up, don't rub them."

Hearing this from him, Jasmine just remembered that she had put on eye makeup.

She had to let go, yawned twice, turned sideways and opened the car door, Jasmine froze when she saw everything unfamiliar outside the car window, "This ... doesn't seem to be the hotel we're staying in, does it?"

"No, the nearby mall, buy a pair of shoes first."

Lincoln said, glancing down at her band-aided heel.

Jasmine's heels had been taken off her feet, and her feet were now bare on the blanket, and she was a little shy when he looked over, and subconsciously shrank her toes.