The Divorced Billionaire Heiress
Chapter 2027

Chapter 2027

Samuel walked at the end, and looked at Nicole hesitantly: "I'm sorry, Miss Stanton."

Nicole raised her eyebrows: "I can understand Young Master Lindstrom's apology, but it's not something you can forgive. No matter what. Anyway, it's a good thing to come back safely, take care of yourself." They won't deal with Samuel again, but they don't need to have any friendship with them.

Samuel understood what Nicole meant and nodded.

After taking two steps, Samuel stopped, turned his head, and his voice was a bit dry: "Lumi, is she okay?"

Nicole frowned and looked at Samuel: "Lumi married lan, and the two of them went on their honeymoon. Yes, of course it's good."

Samuel's face turned pale. His eyes trembled slightly and then his face was taut. He lowered his eyes and turned to leave.

He has been in dire straits abroad.

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In order not to be affected by him, the people of the Lindstrom family didn't say a word about Lumi.

Samuel could faintly feel that something had happened while he was away from the country.

Those two people, the two people Samuel thought were the most unlikely, actually got married?

Nicole watched them leave and turned back.

Clayton changed his clothes and came down, looking at the empty living room, not surprised. Nicole stood there and looked at Clayton with her arms crossed: "Your attitude shouldn't be too obvious, even if you're not welcome, you have to say a few words?"

Clayton smiled and spread his hands: "Sorry, I didn't drive them away. Going out, I'm already very polite, don't you think Dad didn't come back?"

Nicole tutted, and even learned to use Floyd as a shield. She rolled her eyes at him, walked to the sofa and sat down.

Clayton paused, walked over, put his arms around her waist, and squeezed gently, "Are you Angry?"

Nicole looked sideways, sat up straight, and looked at the magazine in her hand without changing his face: "No."

Clayton took the magazine away, held her face and lowered his head to kiss her. The warm breath quickly wrapped her up and put her in.

She put her arms around his neck, opened her eyes slightly, and saw the man's romantic appearance, warm and clear, and her heart was inevitably throbbing. The two went deeper.

Clayton raised his eyebrows and smiled, hugged her waist tightly, breathing unsteadily, and whispered in her ear: "Upstairs?"

Nicole paused, regained consciousness, and quickly pushed him away.

How could she replace his way accidentally?

Fortunately, no one was here. Nicole tidied up her clothes and paused: "No, I made an appointment to have a coffee in the afternoon, let's go together?"

Clayton shook his head knowingly: "I won't go in your time. I'll accompany the children in the afternoon to talk about how to swim, and the coach will come back in the afternoon." Nicole raised her eyebrows, why didn't she know there was such an amateur training?

"Professional Coach?"

Clayton responded, stretched out his hand to straighten his hair that was disturbed just now, and smiled:

"Having won the world-class swimming championship, it is still professional."

Nicole froze and was shocked while looking at him.

Can this be called "really professional?"

Clayton's brain circuit is similar to Floyd's. He always feels that his children can develop in an all-round way, so he didn't give up a hobby.

She shook her head and didn't want to stay.

"That's hard work for you, I'll go up and change clothes."

Clayton let go of his hand reluctantly and watched her go upstairs.

When Nicole came down, she changed into a beige casual cardigan and wore a black suspender skirt. She had long hair that was gentle and quiet, and her figure was graceful and soft. Clayton was drinking tea and looked at her with dark eyes. Before he could say anything, Nicole walked over and sat in his arms.

Clayton tightened his arms, his jaw tightened, and his eyes darkened. It can be seen that it was hard work.

Nicole originally wanted to reward him for his hard work with the child, but the red lips handed over to him, and he immediately missed the past.

A strong arm could wrap around her slender waist with one hand, and with a twist, he pressed her down with a slight force.

Nicole didn't expect him to work so hard. After struggling a few times, she didn't move.

After finally retreating for a while, he gently kissed her ear and coaxed her patiently: "Don't drink afternoon Coffee, eh?" The low and hoarse voice almost made her raise her hand and surrender.

She paused, her hair scattered behind her, messed up by him.

She moved her red lips. Her face was crimson and breath was unsteady.

"No, we've made an appointment. I have to go up and change clothes."

Her skirt was wrinkled by him, and she couldn't go out to meet people.

Clayton sighed in disappointment, and stepped back with a little restraint: "Well, come back soon."

Nicole glanced at him, her lustrous eyes seemed to contain water, and his throat moved, almost holding him not live. Clayton reached out and pulled her skirt up, and patted her lightly: "Can you go?"

There was a smile in Clayton's dark and moist eyes.

Nicole's bright face flushed slightly: "Of course I can."

Her voice softened, with a lingering tone that she didn't realize.

Clayton smiled and followed her upstairs.

Talking about the children taking a bath and sleeping in the company of servants, they quickly forgot everything. Those servants won't come out and turn around, they will only talk about the scope of the children's appearance. So Nicole casually took off her cardigan and threw it aside.

Clayton followed, took a deep breath, his Adam's apple moved obviously. His eyes darkened a bit.

Nicole went to the cloakroom and didn't close the door.

Clayton followed and watched her pull down the slender shoulder straps on her shoulders.

Then the beautiful butterfly bones on the back were exposed. When she continued the next step, she suddenly felt a pair of big hands wrapped around her slender waist, slowly hugging her from behind, and the kiss came, Nicole trembled slightly without any warning.

"Clayton..." Nicole's tone was soft and somewhat coquettish.

Clayton looked at her with deep eyes, loosened his neckline, and said with a faint temptation: "I'll help you undress..."

The next step is not as simple as undressing.

A piece of clothing has not been taken off for twenty minutes, and the two of them sweated profusely in the cloakroom and exercised until he was satisfied.

Nicole's refusal had no effect on him at all. Once it started, she couldn't help but stop it.

If it wasn't for Nicole's phone ringing and ringing outside, he really didn't want to let go.

It is estimated that Julie was in a hurry and was particularly worried.

Clayton was not as embarrassed as she was, and he was still well-dressed. Not even the shirt was messed up.

He hugged her and feeling guilty.

In the end, he picked up a shawl and wrapped her in a very thoughtful way, and asked her carefully, "Which dress did you want to change just now? Let me get it for you?"

Nicole glared at him, showing charm and anger, all over hier body As if her bones were pulled, she put it on his shoulders weakly: "A hypocritical man, I really can't believe a word."