Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 118

The dishes in Westwing were as good as the reviews. All the dishes on the table were familiar to Lindsey Juhl, but she could not really taste them.

Allie Wilford was eating happily. She had to try every dish on the menu and asked Lindsey to try some when she came across something delicious. Lindsey did not eat much throughout the meal, but her stomach felt bloated.

"I'm going to the bathroom," Lindsey said as she put down her cutlery.

Allie was on her phone editing the photos she took to post on social media, so she nodded casually. "Alright."

Lindsey wiped her hands on the table napkin and turned around to walk out of the private room. Just as she reached the corridor, a voice suddenly came from the corner across the divider, "President Guggenheim, you’re such a promising young chap, unlike my incompetent son, who just makes me mad every day."

Hearing that name, Lindsey's feet were nailed to the spot.

In the entire Atlantic City, who else but Zayn Guggenheim would be called "President Guggenheim"?

"Thanks for the compliment."

A familiar and cold voice sounded, confirming Lindsey's thoughts.

Although half a year had passed, the scene from that day still surfaced vividly in front of her eyes, turning into a nightmare that haunted her every night.

Lindsey would never forget how Zayn abandoned her, and she would never forget the despair she felt when she was in the deep dark ocean.

When she saw that the group of them was about to turn the corner, Lindsey instantly snapped back to her senses and quickly slid back into the private room.

Zayn walked around the corner just in time to see a figure disappearing at the end of the corridor.

That figure and his memory of the woman gradually overlapped, which unconsciously made him stop in his tracks.

The President of Watson Corporation was still chattering and complimenting him, but when he saw Zayn staring ahead while frozen in place, he was puzzled and asked, "Mr. Guggenheim, what's wrong?"

Zayn quickly withdrew his gaze. His voice sounded a little lost as he said, "It’s nothing. Let's go."

The group of them walked into the private room that was coincidentally adjacent to the private room that Allie booked.

Zayn could not help but glance again at the closed door next to him before he entered. That figure disappeared here...

Lindsey leaned against the wall as if she had lost her strength. Her heart was beating extremely fast and her face was a little pale. Her hand that was hanging beside her clenched into a fist.

Allie was startled to see Lindsey’s disoriented appearance and asked, "Lindsey, what's wrong?"

Lindsey shook her head and forced a smile. "It’s nothing."

Allie still wanted to probe further, but she saw Lindsey's pale and distraught face, so she meekly shut her mouth.

In the private room next door.

Zayn was silent and absent-minded the entire time.

When he thought of the figure he inadvertently saw, Zayn's dead heart felt like it had come back to life and was pounding violently.

Finally, after the waiter had served all the dishes, Zayn asked in a deep voice, "Who’s sitting in the private room next door?"

Everyone in the room was stunned and did not understand why Zayn would ask that.

He admitted that he was going a bit crazy. As long as it was related to Lindsey, he did not want to let it go, even if it was just a similar back.

The waiter knew that he could not afford to offend the people in this private room, especially this man in front of him who controlled the economy of the entire Atlantic City. Thus, he said respectfully, "The private room next door is reserved by Ms. Wilford."

No one saw the flash of disappointment in Zayn's eyes. He lowered his gaze and said, "Thank you. You may leave."

Everyone in the private room was quick-witted and could immediately see that Zayn looked upset, but no one knew why the usually vigorous President Guggenheim suddenly became so.

The President of Watson Corporation was a bit worried it was because of this deal and did not dare to say more.

They ate their dinner apprehensively until everyone left.

Quentin was a little surprised when he saw that Zayn was not drunk today.

The man leaned on the back seat of the car with his hand on his forehead as he closed his tired eyes.

Quentin drove the car onto the main road and carefully slowed down.