Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 153

There was a hint of a smile in Zayn’s eyes when he heard Lindsey’s answer. His voice also became lighter as he said, "You’re not going to invite me in?"

Lindsey turned her head and stared at him wide-eyed. Her tone was resolute as she replied, "Nope."

"Okay then, we can talk at my place later." Zayn seemed to have expected her answer and the smile in his eyes grew bigger.

Lindsey gripped the door handle tightly and said through clenched teeth, "I think we should go out and find a place to talk."

"But it's already late and I have to get changed if we go out." Zayn had an innocent face when he said this.

Lindsey then noticed that he was wearing a light gray sweatsuit that made the man look even taller than he already was.

Zayn saw her gaze and looked down at her. His face was against the light, but his eyes seemed to be glimmering. "Your place or my place, choose one."

Lindsey was speechless.

She did not want any of those choices!

In the end, Zayn still managed to step into Lindsey's home.

The reason was that Lindsey thought being in a familiar environment would increase her sense of security even if she was alone with this man.

Lindsey was not used to this side of Zayn, but she felt a lot less distanced from him.

Zayn walked in like a boss and took a look around. It was obvious that Lindsey stayed here alone because he did not notice anything strange that did not belong to her.

Lindsey followed him in and said, "Feel free to take a seat."

Zayn was satisfied with what he saw. His pace was not too slow nor too fast, just like a boss inspecting his workplace, as he slowly made his way to the sofa.

Lindsey put away the things she bought. When she came out again, Zayn had already helped himself to a cup of water.

He really made himself at home.

Lindsey saw the cup in his hand and was completely grossed out. "Zayn Guggenheim! That's my cup!"

"Sorry, I was a little thirsty and only saw this cup, so I used it. I didn't know it was your cup." Zayn's expression was innocent.

Lindsey was speechless as she looked at the pink cup in his hand. ‘Since you’re thirsty, why don’t you go back to your own home?’

With this tiny episode, the stiff and awkward air between them lifted.

Lindsey went to the kitchen to get a new cup, washed it, and poured Zayn another glass of water. She then put her own cup back.

It was too intimate to share the same cup.

Zayn’s eyes dimmed when he saw the brand new cup placed in front of him.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" Lindsey sat upright on the sofa next to Zayn.

Zayn scoffed and said, "Just a casual chat. Why are you so nervous?"

"I'm not." Lindsey subconsciously denied it.

In fact, her heart was beating a little too fast and she could no longer look at Zayn with disdain like she did when she first came back.

Zayn let out a low laugh, but he did not speak again.

"When did Grandpa's health get so bad?" Lindsey asked.

At the mention of the old man, the teasing smile on Zayn's face faded. "Not too long ago."

He was vague and Lindsey could hear Zayn’s concealment. She was not willing to be fooled just like that and probed further. "Was it after my accident?"

Zayn looked up at her and clasped his hands. "Around there."

Actually, Lindsey's accident greatly agitated the old man back then, and Zayn's state after that worried the old man even more, which was why his health deteriorated so rapidly.