Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 734

Half of Zayn’s heart was in a pool of blood screaming at himself, “You love her, so let her see you and admit your existence. Whether she still loves you or not, let her see the truth. She’s so sad...how can you bear to let her be so sad?”

The other half of his heart was equally bloodied, but it insisted that Lindsey should not see him like this. He was too hideous and he was no longer the same Zayn that she loved. He did not want to see horror and disgust in her eyes, and he certainly did not want her sympathy!

No one knew the dilemma and agony in his heart.

He did not even dare to help her wipe her tears at this moment.

The person in his arms also started to tremble. After a long time of no response, Lindsey’s heart was about to leap out of her chest. Finally, in a fit of anger and determination, she struggled to sit up.

Zayn subconsciously tightened his grip on her while his other hand was still covering her eyes, which felt like it was getting closer to his face.

In the next moment, her soft and familiar lips on his made Zayn widen his eyes.

Lindsey did not reach out to remove his hand but gently kissed him instead.

"I love you too." She could barely complete her sentence as the muscles on her face trembled out of her control. Her tears had long since stained her entire face.

Lindsey had heard everything he said earlier.

The salty tears fell between their lips and teeth as they both trembled uncontrollably.

This time, Zayn refused to respond to Lindsey's kiss. He allowed Lindsey to nibble and kiss his lips, but he never responded.

Even though the woman in his arms was already in tears, she still waited patiently for him and did not back away.

She even changed her position and sat on Zayn's lap while his palm was pressed against her slender waist.

The beast in his chest suddenly gave a low roar. Zayn forcefully held Lindsey in his arms and kissed her back passionately. He was no longer as gentle as he was just now.

Their chests were pressed together and they could both feel each other shaking.

"You'll regret it." Zayn's voice was low and hoarse as he said between gasps in Lindsey’s ears.

Lindsey was panting and could not speak. She just shook her head and her tearful face was firm as she believed she would not regret it.

Before she could kiss him again, the man's hand suddenly clasped the back of her head and kissed her for the longest time.

They were too familiar with each other's kisses and scent. Even if his voice, character, handwriting, and gait could deceive her, his kiss would never change.

She wanted Dezi to be like other kids, to get more love than other children, so even if she was busy, she would never skip studying and playing with him.

Lindsey tried every way to get Mrs. Wendy to get over that incident so that she could be like the other elderly in the neighborhood who had their own social life.

Even when Lindsey was at Denarius, she did not dare to relax the slightest bit.

That was because Zayn's name was written all over Denarius. The company was his heart and soul!

Sometimes when she looked back, she was surprised that she was so physically and mentally exhausted after only such a short period.

If only time could really flash by like in movies. Twenty years later, Mrs. Wendy would be dead, Dezi would have been all grown up, and maybe then, Quentin and Sieben might have woken up from this nightmare. Perhaps then she could be reckless and do what she really wanted to do.

However, a part of her did not want time to fly by like that. Lindsey broke down and cried. She did not even have the strength to hug him tightly. She yelled like she had done countless times in the past, "Zayn Guggenheim, you're an *sshole!"

These words were like muffled blows to Zayn's chest that rendered him speechless. Each word whipped his heart, leaving invisible wounds.