Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 192

Lindsey seemed vicious when she said those threats, but when she heard Zayn’s voice, the bitterness in her chest almost overflowed and she hurriedly stopped talking.

Lana thought that Lindsey would complain about her to say that she was bullying her or something of that sort, but she never thought Lindsey would say this.

Lindsey hung up after she said that and felt that she ended on a weak note. Whenever she faced Zayn, she could not fake her frankness and calmness.

"Ms. Blue, you’re still not leaving?" Lindsey took a deep breath and looked at Lana like she wanted to kick her out.

Lana stared at Lindsey. Her carefully drawn eyes flashed with disdain and she finally looked like a mistress confronting her man’s wife. “Ms. Juhl, what a nice trick you just pulled. If you think this will break my relationship with Zayn, then you’re wrong.”

She said these words with full force and was much more effective than Lindsey's stern voice earlier.

Lindsey handed the phone back to Shelly. She was a little tired standing in the same position, so she changed her posture, but she still looked lazy. "I don’t want to get between you two. I’m just advising you to be smart and don’t come to bother me again. Otherwise, even if I divorced Zayn, you still won’t become Mrs. Guggenheim."

This part of her speech was completely impromptu. Lana looked at her resentfully and even believed her. She stomped away on her high heels and disappeared from Lindsey’s sight.

After she left, Lindsey turned around and walked back towards the house.

Shelly followed from behind. Before she could take two steps, she saw Lindsey leaning over slightly. All of a sudden, Lindsey vomited on the lawn by the pavement.

Since Lindsey had not eaten much in the morning because of her poor appetite, she threw up the little bit of food she had. With her stomach empty, she could only dry heave in vain.

Shelly jumped and hurriedly came over to support Lindsey, reaching out to pat her back.

After a long time, Lindsey waved her hands and straightened her back.

"Young Madam, I’ll get a doctor to come and check on you." Shelly looked anxiously at Lindsey, whose eyes were red.

Lindsey waved her hand. Throwing up actually made her feel more comfortable, reducing the oppressive feeling in her chest.

"No need, it's too much trouble." Lindsey did not want to make a big deal out of this, which would make the old man worried.

She only had a few months left, so if there was really anything, it would not matter then.

Lindsey was very open about it. Although Shelly did not have a good feeling about it, she dared not say more seeing Lindsey’s firm attitude. She felt that Lindsey looked a little strange. It would be understandable if Lindsey was sad or uncomfortable, but Shelly really did not know how to describe her look now. It was more like a mix of despair and loneliness adding to her coldness, which made Shelly dumbfounded.

"Oh right." Lindsey walked towards the house while she instructed, "Don't tell the Old Master and Mrs. Wendy about today."

Shelly was confused. "Why not?"

"If we tell them, the Old Master will get angry. If he gets angry, his condition will worsen, so we’ll just pretend that it never happened," Lindsey patiently explained.

She did not know how others' wives would solve such a matter, but her solution was undoubtedly absurd. Now that she thought about it, it felt like a primary school kid who complained to their parents that they were bullied.

Denarius.

Zayn stared at the phone in his hand and froze for a moment before he understood what Lindsey meant by that statement earlier.

He sounded like he was about to cry.

Lindsey was puzzled and asked, “How can I save you?”

Over the phone, Quentin immediately cried, "Young Madam, I was the one that didn’t keep an eye on Lana. The President would never let anyone bother you. It's all my fault that my tongue slipped so that Lana thinks she had an opportunity. I know you’re angry, but it’s all fake...the President wants to send me to South Africa now, so please help me..."

"Quentin, you're begging the wrong person." When Lindsey heard him finish speaking, the feeling in her chest surged again, making her a little nauseated. That was why she did not have a good tone when the words came out.

"No, you’re the right person for this. Young Madam, you just need to call the President and ask him not to send me away, or just ask him to go home for dinner tonight. Please, Young Madam. My life is at stake here! Please don’t let me die."

Quentin's voice this time really seemed to be crying. Lindsey got even more annoyed by his words and said, "Talk to Lana Blue. It’ll be more effective that way."

After saying that, she hung up the phone.

What the hell was that?

Somehow the bout of vomit in the afternoon seemed to turn on some switch in her body. After dinner, Lindsey felt a surge of the same queasiness.

The pungent smell from the garlic ribs on the table seemed to have touched a nerve in her throat, which made her feel like hurling.

Lindsey scrunched her nose, but she could not bear it any longer. She frowned and looked at the old man at the table. She was just about to say something when the sound of an engine roaring outside cut her off.

Mrs. Wendy’s clear voice rushed into her ears, "Zayn, why are you back so early today?"