Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 528

No one told Lindsey why Zayn would appear at a joint party held by Wendell Corporation and Hemera.

Although almost all the dignitaries in Atlantic City were here today, Lindsey clearly remembered that Zayn went abroad.

This was what Quentin told her last time when he inadvertently ran into Lindsey while “checking up” on the company's employees.

Why was he back so soon? What happened in the parking lot that day flashed in Lindsey's mind from time to time during this period.

She inevitably thought of that time when Ginny was in trouble and asked for help. Back then, Zayn arrived even earlier than Shaun. He also looked at her with the same expression when they met and yelled at her as soon as he opened his mouth.

At the time, Lindsey was in such a panic that her tense body immediately relaxed. When she saw Zayn after so long, she just felt an elation that she was finally safe. Thus, she did not have time to think about what that expression meant. When Zayn yelled at her, she only felt aggrieved and sad at that time.

Her deep thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a crisp male voice behind her, "Ms. Juhl, what are you looking at?"

Lindsey abruptly returned to her senses and looked at the young man sitting beside her who had taken over Yvette's seat. She smiled politely. "Nothing. You are...?"

The stranger's proximity made her rub her arms a little uncomfortably. She subconsciously picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip.

Mitchell Wadleigh sized up Lindsey. When she was not smiling, there was a sense of aloofness and loneliness that came from her. However, when she smiled, although it was just a perfunctory polite smile, her teeth and slightly upturned corners of her eyes instantly made that sense of aloofness disappear.

"My name is Mitchell Wadleigh." Mitchell stretched out his hand to Lindsey. He looked like a gentleman and had a very gentle aura about him.

Apart from Shaun, Lindsey rarely saw a man that was as approachable as him, who just seemed like a very refined person.

Lindsey stretched out her hand and shook it gently, then released it as soon as she touched his hand. "My name is Lindsey Juhl."

She quietly created a distance between them and pretended to put the glass down to cover her cleavage. “I don’t think I know you, Mr. Wadleigh.”

"Well, now you do." Mitchell Wadleigh smiled and said, “Ms. Juhl, you probably don’t remember, but we’ve met once before.”

The detached and polite smile on Lindsey's face finally faded and morphed into a somewhat surprised look. "Really? I'm sorry, but I really don't have any impression."

"It's not a pleasant memory, so it's normal for you not to remember." Mitchell reached out and pushed up his glasses. His lenses reflected a gentle light. "About three years ago, at Old Master Guggenheim's birthday banquet, you were out in the garden alone. I just had a glass of wine poured all over my head back then. When I went out the back door in distress, you showed me the way out."

Three years ago...Back then, Lindsey was still fighting with Zayn, and Zayn never allowed her to attend such occasions, so Lindsey stayed in the garden by herself.

She recalled and remembered someone who asked her for directions. Back then, the man was quite disheveled, but she could not remember if it was this clean-cut young man in front of her.

While Lindsey was talking to Mitchell, Zayn was standing not far away, chatting with a group of pot-bellied men for quite a while.

Lindsey sighed as she watched him and did not notice that while she was secretly observing Zayn, Zayn was also glancing at her.

She looked absolutely stunning while holding a wine glass. Zayn even sized up the guy next to Lindsey and he found no flaws in that man even with his pickiness.

From Zayn's point of view, Lindsey and Mitchell were talking happily as they gently clinked their glasses from time to time. It was such a lovely scene.

‘That damned dress!’ At first, Zayn only noticed Lindsey's back and did not see her front. It was not until Lindsey turned around and he saw her reach out to cover her cleavage that he suddenly clenched the wine glass in his hand.

‘She’s really...something!’

"Mr. Guggenheim, just now you said..."

The person beside him kept chattering away. Zayn had been fed up with the noise, but he did not walk away. When the man finished talking, Zayn would just say a few perfunctory words, then he would continue to observe Lindsey with his blood boiling.

The wine glass he held in his hand shook slightly and no one could see how much strength Zayn actually used.