Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 263

Sieben was smart enough not to call Lindsey that to her face. She only used this nickname when she was talking to Soren.

Although this nickname was a little ghetto, Soren somehow felt that it represented a unique bond that Sieben had for Lindsey.

Sieben seemed extra curious and expectant for this child.

"What do you mean?" Soren casually picked up the dirty clothes that Sieben threw on the floor and put them into the laundry basket. Sieben was well behaved and washed all her undergarments by herself so Soren would not feel too embarrassed. That was why Soren did not mind picking up after her.

Sieben wiggled her feet, turned over, and laid down on the bed. She wrapped herself in the quilt and looked like a burrito. "Oops, I can't tell you. It’s a secret between me and baby mama, but I think baby mama might be overreacting."

After saying that, Sieben patted the spot next to her. "Come quickly, I want to sleep." This tone was incredibly bossy.

Soren acted like he was about to leave, so Sieben sat up straight and said, "Okay, I’m sorry. I’ll pay attention to my tone next time." Sieben was sometimes very reckless, but at times, she was understanding.

Although it had been only ten days, Soren knew all of her habits. Since he knew that he could not get rid of her, a reasonable scare was very effective once in a while.

However, although he had adapted to her a little over the past few days, he still felt slightly uncomfortable when he slept next to her.

The bed was king-sized, so there was more than enough room for the two of them. They each had their own quilt and kept to their side of the bed.

Soren realized that Sieben just needed someone to sleep by her side at night.

Not long after Soren got into bed, Sieben's breathing gradually became even. As long as he was there, Sieben would fall asleep quickly. If he was not there, then no matter how tired she was, she still could not sleep.

Soren did not ask about it and helplessly sighed. He turned off the bedside lamp and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, Soren felt something touching his body. He did not open his eyes and habitually pulled Sieben’s hand away and stuffed it back into her quilt.

However, he still felt the pressure on his body. Soren helplessly reached under his quilt and found that it was her foot.

Her foot was smooth and soft, but it was cold, like a stone sculpture.

Soren abruptly opened his eyes. He subconsciously recalled the feeling of Sieben’s unintentional kiss on his chin earlier in the day.

Soren, who came back to his senses, felt that he had been burnt and let go of her leg hastily. He also pushed it back under Sieben's quilt.

However, probably because his side was warmer, both of Sieben's feet came over again a moment later.

Soren looked at the girl who was curled up like a shrimp in the dark and was helpless. He reached out and gently held her ankles.

He tried to ignore the strange feeling in his heart. Before Soren could put her feet back to her side of the bed, Sieben's sleepy voice sounded, "Oldster, why are you touching my feet?"

Soren was stunned and quickly dropped it as if he was guilty of something.

Unexpectedly, Sieben rolled over to his side of the bed and stretched out her hands and feet. "Oldster, you’re so warm. Warm me up."

She took him as a hand and leg warmer.

Soren froze in place. He knew that he should have pushed Sieben away, but he just laid there without moving.

Sieben's hands and feet were very cold. While Soren was unmoving, her hands had already made their way up to his neck and she had clung to him like a baby koala.

"Because of Soren!" Sieben said aggrievedly, "He promised to take me out for breakfast today, but when I woke up this morning, he was gone and he just ignored me."

After she said that, she reached out to the breadbasket on the table and muttered, "I’ve been wanting to eat that pancake for three whole days."

So all this anger was just for some pancakes?

Mrs. Wendy served Lindsey's breakfast. When she saw Sieben’s hand reaching out for it, she slapped Sieben on the back of her hand in a fierce manner. "Wash your hands before you eat."

Sieben pouted. "I just want to eat something." She then went to the kitchen and washed her hands while whining.

Lindsey could not help but laugh. Even Mrs. Wendy laughed and said, "This girl is really something."

After laughing, Lindsey saw that Zayn was not in the living room, so she asked Mrs. Wendy, "Where’s Zayn?"

"You’re not leaving today, right?" Mrs. Wendy put down the rest of the things in her hand and set the table for Lindsey. "Zayn said he has some things to settle and will be back at noon."

Lindsey responded lightly, sat down, and slowly ate her oatmeal.

Allie’s face appeared in front of her eyes again and her chest felt like it was being pricked. Once it was quiet, Lindsey felt breathless again.

Lindsey thought that she should just ask Zayn to find out the truth. No matter what was the outcome, she could not just make assumptions.

She then ate her breakfast with Sieben. Sieben treated the food as Soren and chewed it aggressively. It was so amusing to watch that Lindsey’s appetite somehow improved.