Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 465

Zayn, who was downstairs, looked at the silhouette again until Lindsey’s figure disappeared, then he came out from the shadows.

His fingers were close to his chest and felt the ring through his shirt.

The ring took on his body heat. Zayn subconsciously pulled it out and squeezed it tightly in his hand.

The weather was getting warmer. In previous years, Atlantic City’s summer was like a furnace, but this year, the weather was not very hot and it even rained a few times.

Lindsey woke up the next day and found that the raindrops were hitting the window. She could smell the fragrance of the earth through the window.

Mrs. Wendy was already busy in the kitchen. Lindsey went in to help her but was kicked out.

"There’s so much oil in the kitchen. Get out, I'll be fine alone."

Lindsey held her forehead. While being pushed out, she muttered, "You should sleep in more. Didn't I say that I'll make breakfast from now on?"

"I can't sleep." Mrs. Wendy was holding a spatula in her hand. "Besides, the children love to eat what I make."

Mrs. Wendy said this with a joyful and satisfied face. Lindsey's heart was also somewhat moved.

Dezi indeed loved Mrs. Wendy’s cooking. Even Sieben would eat more when Mrs. Wendy cooked. On the contrary, Lindsey’s cooking was not very popular with them.

Lindsey did not give up and reached out to lean on the door frame. “Aunt Wendy, why do you make such good food? Teach me, please...”

Mrs. Wendy was frying an egg, carefully forming it into a heart shape. Only then did she have time to answer Lindsey's question, “Why else? I practiced a lot!”

She said as if she thought of something interesting. She looked nostalgic and her voice was gentle and kind.

"You haven’t seen the Old Madam. She’s so pretty and she’s very picky with food. When she just married into the Guggenheim family, she would complain about how the chefs in the Guggenheim mansion could not cook food to her taste and wouldn’t eat their food. The Old Master was worried about this and finally went to the Old Madam’s house to take me back to the Guggenheim mansion. The Old Madam was really spoiled when she was young. I learned to cook when I was twelve or thirteen and I cooked for the Old Madam for nearly forty years."

Lindsey thought of the photo of Zayn's grandmother that she saw on the tombstone. The aged photo showed a timeless beauty.

Mrs. Wendy had tears in the corner of her eyes. “Sigh...I’m old now and like to talk about the past. If you met the Old Madam, you two would’ve gotten along very well. Even though she was old, she had the spirit of a child and liked to mess around, but everyone loved her.”

After saying that, Mrs. Wendy laughed so hard that tears came out of her eyes. She wiped them with her apron and turned around to put the fried egg on a small plate.

"By the way, Aunt Wendy, I’m going to take Dezi to see the Old Master and the Old Madam on the weekend. Why don't you come with us?" Every day had been a mess these days. Except for that one time when she just came back and took time to go to the cemetery in the western suburbs, Lindsey had never been there again.

Although she was already divorced from Zayn, the Old Master was like her grandfather and she respected him very much.

Surprisingly, Mrs. Wendy shook her head. "I'm not going."

"Why not?"

Lindsey was puzzled. She could see that Mrs. Wendy loved the Old Madam, but she really did not see her paying respects to them before.

"Do you want to go to school?" Lindsey asked her back.

Sieben thought about it with some distress. "I heard that there are a lot of kids in school."

"Right." Lindsey nodded. "There are also a lot of teachers. You also have to do homework and learn from them every day. Do you want to study?"

Sieben poked her two fingers together and asked looking torn, "Can I not study?"

She just wanted to play.

Lindsey smiled and patted her head. She then went to get Sieben dressed because they had to go out later.

However, before Lindsey left the apartment, she was interrupted by an unexpected phone call.

It was a call from a random number. Lindsey did not want to pick it up at first, but this number called twice in a row, so Lindsey finally answered.

As soon as the call was connected, a very panicky but familiar female voice came from the other side, "Lindsey, help me."

Lindsey was so stunned that she forgot what she was doing and asked with uncertainty, "Ginny? Is that you?"

"It's me. Lindsey, I'm in Atlantic City now. Can you...can you help me? He's trying to kill me."