Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 133

Lindsey was incoherent, but the old man nodded cooperatively. “Okay. As long as Lindsey’s around, Grandpa will definitely get better.”

As he said this, he bitterly added, "But the Guggenheim family has wronged you."

Lindsey was speechless.

The old man did not mention a word about Zayn the entire time. He did not have much energy and soon fell asleep.

Lindsey walked out quietly and gently closed the door behind her. She then saw Zayn leaning against the wall in the corridor.

The two of them were both in their pajamas. Their look surprisingly overlapped with certain images from their memories.

"Thank you," Zayn spoke out of the blue.

Lindsey's eyes were red and swollen. The tip of her nose was also red. When she heard Zayn's words, she shook her head and said, "Grandpa’s nice to me."

This implied that this was her choice and it had nothing to do with Zayn, so he need not thank her.

Zayn looked at the floor and persisted. "Whatever the reason, thank you anyway."

This was when Lindsey sensed an indescribable sadness permeating from Zayn. If something happened to the old man, Zayn would undoubtedly be most upset.

They both had very few relatives. Lindsey had no one and apart from the old man, Zayn had no one else either. The people around him just wanted his family fortune.

"Lindsey, let's talk," Zayn said as he looked up.

The moonlight shone on the courtyard, giving off some cold vibes.

Mrs. Wendy found one of Lindsey's old coats and put it on her. At this time, she and Zayn were the only ones in the courtyard.

Perhaps it was because of the old man that Lindsey became soft-hearted, as her faked toughness was nowhere to be found at the moment.

Lindsey had long removed her makeup from earlier in the day. Zayn glanced at her a few times and found it inexplicably soothing to the eyes.

The weather in early April was still chilly, but Zayn was only wearing thin pajamas as he stood straight.

Out of nowhere, Zayn pulled out a cigarette, then raised an eyebrow at Lindsey. His intent was self-evident.

Lindsey was a little surprised, but she still nodded indifferently.

She recalled that Zayn never used to smoke.

Zayn stood on the leeward side so that the smoke would not get to Lindsey, then he spoke again.

"I'm sorry."

He looked very serious. Lindsey looked at him and laughed. "Zayn Guggenheim, what do you mean by that?"

Zayn looked a little unstable and did not look at Lindsey. He only said faintly, "I know you blame me and even hate me, but..." He took a puff of smoke, then continued, "If I say that I was just trying to see your reaction back then, will you believe it?"

Who would have thought that the invincible Zayn Guggenheim in the business world would one day be apprehensive and nervous when he talked to a woman? Would anyone believe it?

The coat on Lindsey's shoulders drooped slightly. Strangely enough, she was still calm. If it was before today, Lindsey would probably have hurled her coat fiercely at Zayn's face.

However, Lindsey only pulled her coat tighter.

She asked, "Does it matter if I believe it or not? No matter how many times you say you're sorry, it still won't reverse what has already happened."

The man's face in front of her suddenly turned a few shades paler than the color of the moon.

"Zayn, we still haven’t gone through with our divorce. Let’s find time to get it done. I don't want anything from you. As for the enmity between us, we’ll deal with that separately."

Lindsey said in an indifferent tone, but the cigarette between the man's fingers fell to the ground.

"You're a lady and it's not safe to drive yourself at this late hour. I’ll clean up a room for you, so you can just sleep here tonight. This way, you can talk to the Old Master when he wakes up tomorrow."

Mrs. Wendy spoke too eagerly, so Lindsey lowered her head and averted her gaze.

"It's too late. It’ll be inconvenient."

She successfully distanced herself from the Guggenheims.

Lindsey was usually driven around by the Wilford family's driver, but she drove herself here tonight because she was in too much of a hurry.

She gave Mrs. Wendy an apologetic smile and said, "Take care, Aunt Wendy. Good night."

Mrs. Wendy saw that Lindsey was adamant, so she hurriedly said while pushing Zayn from behind, "No, no! Let Zayn drive you home."

However, the man did not move a muscle, and Lindsey's figure soon disappeared at the entrance of the Guggenheim mansion.

The sound of the car door closing was extraordinarily clear in the silent night. Lindsey sat in the car and looked at the brightly lit Guggenheim mansion. After a few seconds, she hastily withdrew her gaze.

Mrs. Wendy chased after her.

Lindsey was always at a loss when faced with someone being so nice to her. Thus, she quickly started the car engine and sped off in order not to make things awkward between them.

Mrs. Wendy watched the car drive away and slapped her thighs in chagrin. She saw Zayn follow her out and glared at him with a slight reproach. "Why didn’t you ask her to stay back? It's so late now. What if something happens to her?"

"She didn't want to stay."

Mrs. Wendy sighed heavily and did not know what to say for a moment.

The street lights cast light and shadows on the ground. It was then Lindsey realized that she had forgotten to take off her coat.

She touched the sleeve as she slowed down the car. A familiar irritation surged in her heart.