Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 605

Zayn knew that Lindsey had been drugged, which reinforced some of the suspicions in his mind. He tightened his grip on Lindsey and asked worriedly, “Did he touch you?”

In normal circumstances, Lindsey would have heard the anger hidden under Zayn's seemingly calm tone, but at this moment, Lindsey's brain had become mush and she had lost the ability to think normally.

She shook her head and frowned, then slurred her words. "He touched my face...and wanted to...tried to undress me...I...I just hugged myself."

As she said that, she thought of something and added, "That man has a big belly...and there’s a big mole on his face."

Lindsey was afraid that Zayn did not know what she was talking about, so she reached out and touched a spot on his chin. "Right here." Then, she shook her head again. "Other than that, I didn't see him clearly."

The reason she braced herself to say this was because she hoped that Zayn would find that man. She could not let him get away with it just like that after attempting to rape her.

The touch of her fingertips on Zayn's face felt a little strange. Zayn caught her hand and held onto it. "It's not a mole, it's a nevus, and it’s not that far down. It's a little more upward."

Lindsey did not notice the coldness in his tone. Her hand was still unconsciously touching Zayn's body and she felt nostalgic. "Oh, I don't know..."

She did not know anything. She only felt very hot and uncomfortable, but leaning on Zayn made her feel very satisfied. At this moment, Lindsey forgot about the tense relationship between her and Zayn, nor did she remember that they had divorced and that Zayn already had a new fiancée.

Their past entanglements in her mind became clearer because of his appearance, and an inexplicable desire dominated Lindsey's nerves, making her lean closer to Zayn. If she had the strength, Lindsey even wanted to reach out and take off Zayn's clothes.

She did not know what was wrong with her and could not be bothered to think about it.

Since Lindsey had no strength to remove Zayn’s shirt, she could only fulfill her desire by inching her fingers through the gap between his shirt buttons. When she finally felt Zayn’s chest, she sighed with satisfaction.

Zayn never thought that Lindsey would be so forward with him. He even forgot to pull her hand away and froze in place. His body became tense because of Lindsey's movements.

He lowered his head to look at the woman in his arms. Due to the drugs, her face was flushed. Her breath smelled sweet and her neck had a nice pinkish tone.

Her eyes were half-open and were a little red. Her eyelashes fluttered and her mouth was slightly open, which made her look so seductive and made Zayn feel the impulse to kiss her.

In fact, he did do so.

The tip of his nose was against Lindsey's forehead. At some point, he started sweating. His voice was hoarse as he tried to control the appalling impulse he felt. "Do you know what you're doing?"

Lindsey's ears were buzzing as if there were hundreds of bees next to her ear. She only heard Zayn talking, but she could not hear what was being said.

"Mm," She subconsciously replied, then tilted her head up. Her lips moved on Zayn's neck. "Zayn..."

This soft touch, combined with the intimacy that Zayn had not felt in a long time, made Zayn's self-restraint disappear in an instant.

He lowered his head, gently closed his eyes, found Lindsey's lips, and kissed her passionately with a reckless sense of bullishness.

There were only two of them here, and the beast that had been locked up in a cage at the bottom of Zayn's heart emerged. The man's gesture was too aggressive, which made Lindsey feel a moment of discomfort, but she was quickly engulfed in that familiar scent.

It was strange. Lindsey was so alert if other men touched her shirt. Zayn had obviously hurt her so many times that she made up her mind to ignore him, but her body did not reject his touch at all.

She was not aware of what she was doing in her drugged state, and the sober Zayn was so tormented.

"Look at me clearly, who am I?" Zayn held the back of Lindsey’s head and made her look at him.

Lindsey subconsciously leaned towards him and said with a rather aggrieved tone, "Zayn, why won't you help me?" Her speech was a little slurred, but she had no problem recognizing him.

Zayn took a deep breath. "I’m Zayn Guggenheim. Are you sure you want me to help you?"

The little woman in his arms nodded quickly, then hugged him and kissed him without a warning. She was still slurring, "I want you...I want you to help me."

All of Zayn's defenses collapsed with these words.

He did not know what Lindsey would do after she sobered up. She might blame him or hate him even more, but at this moment, Zayn decided to entertain her desires.

Zayn did not want to admit that he was selfish. He guessed that Lindsey might have been drugged, but he did not take her to the hospital first after he found her.

When Lindsey was sober, she would never be so intimate with him, which was what Zayn wanted, but that also hurt him to the core.

He loved her.

The painful dilemma and his deep affection for her that he could not declare were turned into action. Zayn shut everything out in exchange for a moment of intimacy for him and Lindsey.