Chapter 668 Your Answer

Zayla came to her senses and realized that her feet were off the ground. Lincoln put her on the cabinet again. "What's the matter? "Why did you get out of bed? "Your wound hasn't healed." Zayla wanted to push Lincoln away. However, she dared not and didn't know where to put her hands. Lincoln was wrapped in layers of gauze. Lincoln was not presumptuous. He just stared fixedly at Zayla. "Go back to bed." Zayla was anxious. Lincoln raised his eyebrow and lifted Zayla up. Then, he walked toward the bed with her in his arms. Lincoln cost little effort to carry Zayla up and walked steadily. "Your wound." Zayla was like a puppet and dared not to move, fearing to touch Lincoln's wound. Lincoln put Zayla on the bed and got close to her. As long as he bent down, he would press against her. He put his hand on her head, stroking h