Whispers to the Soul: Surrendering to Love Snare Chapter 403 - 402: The Princess Held in the Palm of the Hand

As Han Xiayang’s words fell, Lin Mubai walked up to the side of the passenger seat where An Nan was sitting, and his gaze filled with tenderness fell on his face: "Nannan, are you ready?"

At this mont, as long as she says she doesn’t want to go, he would take her away without hesitation, as long as she’s happy.

In those eager eyes, the woman in front of him gently raised her beautiful features to et his gaze. In those dark eyes, there was the sa tenderness, and An Nan silently nodded, proactively hooking her slender arm around his, her face full of smiles: "I’m ready, we can go."

Since she was already married to this man, no matter if he was younger than her or had a remarkable status, or was as clean as a whistle, she would walk with him, simply because they were husband and wife.

An Nan’s initiative stirred a ripple in Lin Mubai’s heart, making his handso brows and eyes suddenly dazzling. This ti, An Nan wasn’t enchanted by him and looked at him with a face full of attitude: "Stop grinning like that unnecessarily."

"Why, wife?" His smile was evidently charming, and he’d seen her dazedly staring at him multiple tis, which gave him a sense of accomplishnt.

An Nan had no idea how to respond to him now. Should she say his smile was too enchanting? Then this man would shalessly answer her, "Then did I enchant you?"

At that mont, should she answer yes or no?

If she says no, then there’s no reason to stop him from smiling. But if she answers yes, he’d definitely beco conceited.

Amid An Nan’s deep inner conflict, Han Xiayang’s voice interjected from behind: "Young Master Lin, you really should smile less in public. Do you know that every ti you smile, those won’s mouths practically drool? It’s really disgusting."

Is that really the case?

Lin Mubai cast a puzzled glance at his wife’s unnatural shyness, and then his eyes lit up again, only to be forcibly restrained by An Nan: "Shut up, don’t say it."

"Alright, alright, I won’t say it, I won’t say it." The clever Young Master Lin, at this mont, was smiling like a fool, causing the people walking behind them to silently shake their heads upon witnessing this scene.

"This man is hopeless."

Lan Luo nodded in agreent: "Indeed hopeless."

If he’s hopeless, then so be it, as long as he’s happy.

As they entered the hotel, Lin Mubai’s gentle gaze continued to fall on the woman beside him with a reminder: "If you get tired at any mont, let know, and I’ll imdiately take you back to rest."

An Nan silently nodded: "Okay, I understand."

With the appearance of Han Xiayang and Lan Luo just now, she deeply felt that this banquet wasn’t as simple as the man beside her made it out to be. As for what made it complicated, she believed that the answer would be revealed soon.

Even so, she found herself willing to accompany him through this journey.

A handso man and a beautiful woman naturally attract attention, let alone when An Nan was being surrounded by three handso n in the middle. She instantly felt like she was a princess, like the clueless age many years ago, when she was cherished like a princess until that person left.