Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 725

It was only when she got into the car that Lindsey realized that Mr. Cooper's car was quite low-profile, which did not match his big spender attitude when he did business.

There were only the two of them in the car with a driver in front separated by the partition. The driver was well-trained and did not look back even when he heard them coming in.

Mr. Cooper sat in after Lindsey and politely left a half-seat gap between them so that Lindsey would not feel uncomfortable.

"Here, warm your hands." The man's slender fingers grabbed something to hand over to Lindsey. She looked over and saw that it was a pink hand warmer.

Lindsey did not want to be curious why Mr. Cooper’s car would have a pink hand warmer that was completely out of place with his full black cold devil style.

The handwarmer should be new because there were no signs that it had been used before. It emitted a comfortable warmth from the center.

The car was fully heated, but Lindsey's limbs were already frozen, so she could not care less who Mr. Cooper prepared this for and took it after thanking him.

She even planned to have someone buy a new one for Mr. Cooper tomorrow so that she could feel more justified using it.

The handwarmer in her palm felt so comfortable that she let out a long sigh.

Mr. Cooper looked at Lindsey from the corner of his eyes and saw that Lindsey’s eyes were slightly squinted like a lazy cat, which made him smile.

In fact, there was also a packaged meal from a Michelin-star restaurant in the car. However, Mr. Cooper was afraid that Lindsey would think he had other motives, so he resisted the urge to offer her the food.

After Lindsey returned to her senses, she noticed that it was really awkward for the two of them to just sit there in silence, so she thought that she should find a topic to talk about.

"Mr. Cooper, how old are you?" She asked an extremely untechnical question, just like a nosy neighbor.

However, Mr. Cooper was cooperative and answered without the slightest impatience, "31 years old, what about you?"

Lindsey replied and was thinking what she should ask next when Mr. Cooper suddenly said, "I can't tell that you’re a mother of such a big child. Did you get married early?"

"No." Lindsey thought of Dezi and revealed a smile. "My husband and I adopted him."

Mr. Cooper gave a faint "oh" and complimented her. "He looks a bit like you."

‘Both are very good-looking.’

Lindsey smiled and did not answer.

"Is Mr. Quentin your boyfriend?" The moment he said this, there was a hint of tension in his voice even though he was trying very hard to make his tone natural like he was making casual conversation.

"Huh?" Lindsey's eyes instantly widened with disbelief. "What nonsense is that?"

Mr. Cooper had nothing to say because he certainly could not tell her that he saw Quentin pulling her wrist earlier at the entrance to drag her inside. In the end, he just made up an excuse to cover up his thoughts. "I saw that you attended the reception together, so it..."

"So it feels like we’re a couple?" Lindsey finished his sentence and felt a chill from her own words. She shook off her goosebumps and said, "He’s my husband's brother and a shareholder of Denarius who’s also a good friend of mine. But it’s not that kind of relationship. Initially, my assistant was going to accompany me to this reception, but she wasn’t feeling well, so Quentin filled in."

‘Is he mad at me for not taking good care of myself?’

Mr. Cooper did not speak, but Lindsey could see his chest heaving. Lindsey felt warm, and because she was not feeling well, her brain felt like mush.

Lindsey sniffled and did not care about her image.

She reached out her slender fingers that were pinkish because of the hand warmer. In the warm light of the car, her skin seemed almost translucent.

"Your tone just now is so similar," Lindsey murmured, "Your figure too."

Her grip on Mr. Cooper's sleeve loosened again as if it was nothing more than his illusion earlier.

Mr. Cooper’s throat tightened and almost blurted, “Who was it? Was he or she important to you?”

In the end, he did not manage to say it.

Lindsey's phone suddenly rang. She was in a daze when she fumbled for her phone and picked it up.

Her driver came to pick her up.