The man who was standing straight suddenly stumbled into Lindsey’s arms.
"You finally came back." Zayn’s hot breath fell on Lindsey's neck. Lindsey was suddenly embraced like this and did not even get to react before the man continued, "I missed you so much."
His voice was so deep and clingy. It even carried an everlasting affection and nostalgia.
Lindsey could not push him away no matter how hard she tried. She also tried to suppress the emotions churning deep in her heart. She said coldly, “Zayn Guggenheim! What the hell are you doing this late at night?!”
Zayn stopped talking. He looked very drunk and reeked of alcohol. When he heard this, he held Lindsey tighter and even buried his head in her chest.
This man could even molest her when he was drunk!
"Zayn Guggenheim!" Lindsey was anxious. Who knew what a drunk Zayn would do?
The man took her hands in his and his lips were still lingering on that soft lump of flesh. He murmured, "Wifey, don't move."
Lindsey's body shook fiercely and her face instantly turned pale.
Certain memories overlapped seamlessly with the scene in front of her, which made her think about all their previous encounters.
Zayn felt the woman in his arms stiffened and said, "Wifey, what's wrong?"
His gentle voice carried a deep affection.
"Get out!" Lindsey’s hands were restrained, so she bent her knee and brought it up fiercely. The force confining her loosened and Lindsey took the opportunity to push him away.
She had probably used her greatest strength this time, as Zayn was pushed back to the wall opposite the hallway before he stopped.
The pain in his crotch was so intense that Zayn instantly became alert.
"Lindsey..." He was just about to say something when he looked up and saw the woman standing across from him. Her face was pale as she trembled. She looked like she could break down and cry in the next second.
Zayn was silenced and stood frozen in place.
In the end, Lindsey did not cry.
She quietly glanced at Zayn, then slowly closed the door.
Zayn remained glued in place by that glance and did not move for a long time. The drunken flush on his face receded and his face looked even paler than Lindsey's.
He also remembered.
Zayn was also drunk the night before Lindsey was kidnapped by Jenny Lenig. That was the first time he called Lindsey “wifey”.
He still remembered Lindsey's joy and anticipation that night.
At this moment, however, all she felt was disgust.
The pain throughout her body seemed to converge to the same place.
After that night, Lindsey never ran into Zayn again.
Mrs. Wendy called her several times to visit the Old Master, but Lindsey did not want to go back to the Guggenheim mansion. However, she did not want to brush off Mrs. Wendy and Grandpa’s kindness, so she only told them that she would go back as soon as she had the time.
After hearing that, Mrs. Wendy looked at the old man and shook her head. The old man was lying on the recliner. He sighed and reached out for Mrs. Wendy to pass him the phone.
"Lindsey." The old man slurred a little.
Lindsey heard his voice and almost instantly said, "Grandpa."
"My dear child. Grandpa wants to arrange for you to meet someone this weekend. Do you have time?" He spoke very slowly and Lindsey could hear that it took a lot of effort for him to say these words.
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