Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 56

Mr. Spencer's eyes were not at all on the document. He did not even have time to steal a glance at the woman before she stood up. He was attracted to Lindsey Juhl, especially when she stood next to him and he could smell her vague scent from her body.

Lindsey felt a hand climbing up on her waist and was even more disgusted.

Mr. Spencer just continued saying, "Ms. Juhl, I don’t understand this..."

Without his wandering hand, one would think that he was serious about work.

Lindsey had been patient all this while until that hand slowly moved up her body. His other hand suddenly touched her thigh and she finally could not bear it any longer.

She bounced back, and at the same time, she smashed the document in her hand on Mr. Spencer's fat face. In response, Mr. Spencer let out a wail.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were attracted to their side of the cafe, but Lindsey was unfazed. Her chest heaved violently and she was furious.

"You b*tch!" Mr. Spencer did not expect her to snap like that. Even though the slap on his face did not hurt much, it was very loud and she humiliated him in front of such a large crowd.

There was a warm cup of coffee that the waiter had brought up not long ago. In a fit of anger, Mr. Spencer picked up the cup and poured it over Lindsey's head. "You b*tch! You dare to hit me?"

The warm liquid landed on Lindsey’s face, and the strong smell of coffee stunned her for a moment.

Mr. Spencer’s rage was still not quelled by this and he wanted to step forward to slap her.

When Lindsey saw Mr. Spencer's hand, she was ready to slap it away without a second thought. However, she watched as his hand stopped just 10 cm away from her eyes.

"Who gave you the guts to touch my woman?" The man was like a knight in shining armor, standing protectively in front of his little damsel in distress.

Mr. Spencer felt like his hand was being squeezed with a metal clamp, but he did not dare to resist. He looked at the man in front of him with wide eyes and his legs went limp. "Mr...Mr. Guggenheim."

Zayn let go of the hand he was holding at once. Since he gripped him too tightly, Mr. Spencer's body wavered before he stabilized himself.

"Quentin, watch him." Zayn's eyes were stern.

Quentin stepped forward and replied, "Yes, President."

Whispers came from all around them.

Lindsey did not know what was going on because she was dumbfounded from the time Zayn appeared.

"Why are you stunned?" Zayn looked at the woman in his arms and the chill in his eyes intensified.

Lindsey snapped back to her senses only to find that she was being carried straight to the bathroom by Zayn.

"Zayn, let go of me!" There were so many people around them and this was too humiliating.

Zayn's long legs did not stop as he said, "Shut up. You’re usually so fierce in front of me. Why can’t you even fight back now when you’re being bullied?"

His voice carried some anger and a little bit of disappointment. Lindsey even felt that she was being protected and felt a little insane for thinking that.

Zayn never had much to talk about with Lindsey in the past. Seeing that he was going to nag her, Lindsey suddenly spoke, "Did you not arrange this?"

She had no emotions when she spoke, but she carried a sense of hope that she was unaware of.

Probably subconsciously, she did not even know what she was hoping for.

Looking at the ambiguous smile on Sally's face, Lindsey blushed uncontrollably.

"Mr. Guggenheim treats you so well."

Sally said this while helping Lindsey to tidy up her clothes. Her words sounded in Lindsey's ears like a landmine exploding on the ground.

‘Zayn treats her well? How is that possible! What these people saw was just one side of him.’

“Done,” Sally said and helped Lindsey to fix her hair. Among the things she brought, there was also a hairdryer. Sally was not only a professional at work, but she was also great at hair styling. She styled Lindsey's hair into big waves, which made her face look smaller.

After she was done, Sally looked at the woman in the mirror and gave her a thumbs up. “Mr. Guggenheim has really good tastes!”

This had a double meaning, but Lindsey only heard one of it. She surveyed herself in the mirror. The clothes were tailored to fit and were perfect for her. She had to admit that Zayn did have a good eye for choosing clothes.

However, this kind of taste in clothes was not inborn. If he did not have ample practice, he would not have been able to pick out such nice clothes.

The delight in Lindsey's eyes abruptly disappeared, and Sally did not understand why as she watched from the side.

"Okay, let's get out of here. Mr. Guggenheim will teach that pervert a lesson!" Sally could not stand to see men who hit women. When she recalled the scene earlier, she felt a bit indignant.

The two of them went over to where Lindsey was sitting earlier.

The people in the cafe had not left yet and before the two of them got close, they first saw a mess on the ground.

Mr. Spencer was begging on his knees with his head lowered, surrounded by many cups of coffee. A steady stream of coffee was being poured over his head as he said repeatedly, “Ms. Juhl, I’m sorry.”