Chapter 952


    Chapter 952 Move to Another Seat, Mister


    Irritated by thements, Sasha said in a solemn voice, “It’s already in the past. Why did you bring him


    up now? We’re different, Paris, and I don’t have such high expectations for a material life. I’ve never


    regretted everything I did before because my husband is the best, and my greatest luck in life is to have


    found him.”


    At this time, Matthew gave Sasha’s hand a soft, gentle squeeze.


    Paris, however, nced at him and snorted indifferently. “You’re still so stubborn despite everything. But


    you know for yourself how your life actually is. A piece of advice, Sasha. Quit it with your tough act.”


    Just when Sasha was about to refute, the door opened and two men joined them in the room. One of


    them was tall and well-built with a rather dashing face, and he was their monitor, Lincoln Zink. The


    other was Paris’ husband, Vincent Adams, a stubby, fat man whose features were pushed together


    because of the fat on his face.


    With his arm over Lincoln’s shoulder, Vincent appeared very close with him as they came into the room


    chatting happily.


    Immediately, Paris went over to him. “Honey!”


    Smiling, Vincent hugged her and said, “Oh Paris, I really hit it off with this old ssmate of yours! Come,


    the gathering tonight is on me. Take a seat, Lincoln!”


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    Lincoln smiled, but he caught sight of Sasha and his eyes sparkled instantly. Pacing straight to her, he


    put on a warm smile. “It’s been a while, Sasha. How are you?”


    “I’m alright,” Sasha replied curtly with knitted brows.


    Ignoring the aloofness in her voice, Lincoln chuckled. “It’s been so many years. You didn’t change one bit


    at all. You look just the same as the young girl in my mind. Sasha, do you know that I think about you


    often when I was abroad? My biggest wish is to see you again when I return. And today, this wish has


    finallye true!”


    His words were so cheesy that it sent goosebumps all over Sasha, and she replied impatiently, “Um,


    Lincoln, everyone’s waiting for you. Hurry up and take a seat.”


    A slight frown tinged the edges of his lips, and Vincent joined them all of a sudden. “Lincoln, is she


    Sasha, the person you told me about? She’s very stunning indeed! Old lovers sure have a lot to catch up


    on. Here, let me make the arrangements. Sit next to each other and have a good chat, both of you.”


    Then, he pointed at Matthew and said with a smile, “Hey mister, could you please move to another


    seat?”


    Is this guy serious or is he trying to cause trouble? Matthew wondered with a frown.


    But Sasha grabbed his hand immediately. “Excuse me, but he’s my husband, so he has to sit next to


    me!”


    A fire sparked in Lincoln’s eyes, and he gave Matthew a death stare as if he was his archenemy.


    Vincent took a look at Matthew. “He’s your husband? Tsk, he doesn’t look good enough for you. Lovely,


    what were you thinking? How could you give up an outstanding young man like Lincoln and settle for


    such a guy?”


    Everyone roared intoughter, and Cecilia chirped in, “Not only that! He’s even a live-in son-inw!


    Sasha is the one who married him so he could live in their family and not the other way round!”


    When she finished, another round ofughter broke out, and Vincent’s eyes wererge with disbelief.


    “You can’t be serious! Holy crap, you really can’t judge a book by its cover. I can’t believe you pulled


    such a trick off with such so-so looks. This world has changed a lot, huh? Am I right, Lincoln?”


    With a stony expression, Lincoln suddenly burst out, saying, “Sasha, how could you marry such a man?


    Tell me this wasn’t your idea. Your parents must have forced you into it, right? Divorce him, Sasha.


    Divorce him right now and I’ll marry you!”