Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 287

In the nick of time, Zayn tilted his neck back and avoided the fatal blow.

Since the waiter was not successful in his assassination attempt, he quickly switched a strategy. He pulled the delicate and beautiful tablecloth and tried to wrap Zayn's body inside.

Zayn was also quick and backed away. He lifted the other corner of the tablecloth and was incredibly fast. In the next second, the waiter was rolled into it.

The two of them were like filming an action movie. Their movements were crisp and sharp, each better than the previous.

The waiter held a knife in his hand, while Zayn only had a fork. What was more ridiculous was that the piece of steak was still on the fork.

However, the waiter-cum-assassin started to sweat profusely.

His employer did not mention that his opponent this time was so hard to deal with.

When the assassin saw that he could not subdue Zayn and could not even wound him after so long, he tried to retreat towards the door after a slight movement and a fake move.

Zayn sneered. "You want to leave?"

The assassin looked dubious, but he moved even faster. Zayn then threw the already torn tablecloth onto the assassin’s head, covering his eyes.

The man’s eyes were covered and he panicked a little. He did not seem to be a very qualified assassin.

In this moment of panic and hesitation, a fork with a warm touch was pressed against his throat.

The cold sweat on his forehead crossed his temples and finally fell to the ground along his chin.

The assassin's eyes flashed with a cold light and he still did not give up. He lifted the knife in his hand to stab Zayn's chest.

Before he succeeded in touching Zayn's clothes, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his wrist. Then, the knife in his hand fell to the ground.

He opened his eyes to look at his wrist. It turned out that a shiny mirror-like steak knife was inserted into his bones like that.

"If you still dare to move, I'll stick knives in both your arms and legs and nail you to this wall for your master to see."

The sharp pain in his wrist reminded him that the man in front of him was not joking.

Zayn’s strike was quick and precise without any hesitation. Zayn was more like an assassin than the real one.

"Who the hell are you?" The assassin asked while he endured the severe pain.

Zayn took a small step back and put his finger below his nose to cover the pungent smell of blood. "You dare to come for my life yet you don't even know who I am?"

The fork abruptly crept closer to the assassin’s neck and probed into his flesh, but Zayn still maintained his posture and did not pierce the man’s arteries.

"My name is Zayn Guggenheim." Zayn's voice rang in the assassin’s ears. "Remember?"

The room was filled with the smell of blood. Zayn thought that he had overestimated Liam Wilford, who even found such a substandard assassin.

By the time Zion and the others from next door arrived, Zayn mentioned Liam's name and caught the quick moment of shock on the assassin's face.

If it was not Liam Wilford, then who else could it be?

"Who asked you to come here?" Zayn asked as he rubbed his fingers lightly, like there was something dirty stuck to them.

The assassin was chained to the chair and his teeth were clenched, looking like he would not say anything. Zayn sneered and instructed Zion to take the assassin away.

Lindsey jumped and shivered, then abruptly turned to look at the person.

The door that was closed a moment ago was half open with someone peeking in that was wearing old but clean clothes. That person had a high nose bridge and deep eye sockets. Even though the face was wrinkled, Lindsey could still vaguely tell that the person looked good during their youth, but the person’s dark eyes did not match her other features.

It turned out to be the old maid who was in charge of taking care of Lindsey in this block of the manor. However, Lindsey did not even know who she was.

"Who are you?" Lindsey stared at the old lady warily and began to look around, trying to find something that she could use to defend herself.

The maid saw the defensiveness on Lindsey’s face and had some contempt for the thin woman in front of her, but when her gaze fell on Lindsey's belly, she became somewhat soft-hearted.

"I’m your maid, Miss. It's time for you to sleep."

After saying that, the maid took a few steps closer. Lindsey immediately backed up, but she had her back against the wall and could not retreat further.

"Miss." The old maid suddenly spoke out again, "I figured you’d like to take a bath when you wake up. Here are the clothes prepared for you."

Her other hand, which was blocked by the door earlier, was exposed as she moved. She placed the neat stack of clothes on the cupboard next to Lindsey's bed, then slowly retreated without another word.

Lindsey could tell that the maid was very old because she was walking slowly and staggeringly. When she saw the door close and heard a click, Lindsey's heart settled down.

The maid's gaze earlier made her very uncomfortable. Her words were odd too. One moment she was urging Lindsey to sleep, while the next moment, she asked her to take a bath.

However, Lindsey was a little excited when she heard she could take a bath because she had not showered for a few days. She walked to the door and carefully locked it.

The room had an attached bathroom. The feeling of hot water falling on Lindsey’s body was long overdue.

After taking a shower and lying down, Lindsey became more open-minded and began to overthink things. Mostly, she thought about Zayn and how she missed him. She was lovesick.