Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 122

It had only been half a year, but Zayn thought that Lindsey felt like a stranger.

What was more, he could not look into Lindsey's eyes.

Back then when he saw those eyes, they always looked a little secretive and held some undeclared emotions. He had always ignored them then, but now, there was only mockery and indifference in those eyes. There was no longer a trace of warmth that once existed.

"I don't blame you." Lindsey stared back at him as she reached out to caress Zayn's cheek. Her red manicure enhanced her ruthlessness as she continued, "I just...hate you!

"Zayn Guggenheim, do you hear me? I hate you!"

The fake smile on her delicate face finally collapsed and she no longer concealed the hatred she had for him.

Zayn suddenly leaned towards Lindsey, which was when she realized that his eyes were surprisingly red. Her hand that was hanging at her side clenched into a fist.

Suddenly, she laughed out loud.

"Why?" Zayn's throat felt astringent, making it almost impossible for him to say more words.

"Why do I hate you?" Lindsey asked in an innocent tone, which soon turned harsh as she continued, "Because Lindsey Juhl died and I came back to avenge her death!"

Zayn's face paled again. His body swayed and he had to support himself with the table. "Lindsey’s dead?"

"Yes. Mr. Guggenheim, have you forgotten? She jumped into the ocean. Even if she didn't die then, she would’ve been sold abroad to become a sex slave. She had no other choice, so in the end, she was swept to the bottom of the ocean and she’s never coming back."

As she said that, Lindsey took a few steps back and glared at Zayn. "Don't come near me. I'll feel disgusted."

Zayn’s head was lowered and his hand was leaning against the table. He let out a low laugh when he heard her words. "Disgusted? That’s...great."

Ever since he thought that Lindsey had died, he had been living in darkness, like a living corpse. He thought that her return was his redemption, but it was merely his final judgment.

"But even if you feel disgusted by me, I don’t want to let you go again." Zayn raised his head slightly and looked at Lindsey a little deranged. He pulled the woman who was some distance away from him into his arms and leaned in close to her lips. He sounded like a devil as he said softly, “You’re mine.”

At this time, the door of the conference hall was suddenly knocked down. This door had banged open twice today and this time, it did not hold up and completely came apart.

Taking advantage of Zayn's distraction, Lindsey broke free and darted behind the people who had rushed in.

"Mr. Guggenheim, I won't stay for the rest of the signing ceremony. We’ll meet again."

After saying that, Lindsey was accompanied by a few more bodyguards and slowly disappeared from Zayn's line of sight.

Quentin did not manage to stop them. With some apprehension, he asked, "President, should I send someone to chase after them?"

"No need." Zayn’s voice was hoarse as he stared in the direction Lindsey disappeared to.

He did not even dare to hug her too tightly, so how would he dare to chase after her in this situation? If she vanished again, Zayn could not imagine what he would do this time.

Regardless of whether she loved or hated him, at least she was back, well and intact right in front of his eyes.

"This is enough," Zayn said softly.

Quentin did not hear him clearly but felt that Zayn did not look too stable at the moment.

After leaving Denarius, Lindsey walked ahead without an expression on her face as she abruptly suppressed her emotions.

After glancing at Allie, Zayn said, "It has nothing to do with you."

Allie was side-eyed by the man and all those frustrations in her heart surged up.

Zayn did not have the patience for any more nonsense, so he walked away without a second thought.

Quentin hurriedly followed from behind. After all, the signing ceremony nearly ended and Zayn probably needed him now.

"Two hours. I want to know everything about her current situation." Zayn's voice was clear. After that emotional roller-coaster, he seemed to be calmer.

Quentin breathed a sigh of relief. He was glad that Zayn did not completely lose his mind. However, Quentin quickly became alert and tensed again. The President in this state was like a dormant volcano waiting to erupt at any moment, and this seemed to be more frightening.

......

Lindsey was in a dream. It was said that most people would not be conscious of being in a dream. However, Lindsey was well aware.

There was a small white room in front of her. Two children were squatting in a corner, talking. Lindsey’s heart trembled as she watched the two kids. Even if she did not approach them, she knew exactly what they were doing and saying.

In the next second, the scene in front of her suddenly morphed into that ship at sunset.

The man's voice was cold and heartless as he announced his choice. "Jenny Lenig."

All of a sudden, it was pitch black all around her and she had difficulty breathing. Her fingers helplessly gripped onto her quilt as large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead and tears trickled from the corners of her eyes.

In the end, the quilt in her palms felt like soft driftwood that she firmly grasped. Then, she suddenly sat up on the bed.