Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 378

Yvette asked what would happen to this little boy, but Zayn did not speak before the little thing automatically came up and clung to his leg.

No one knew where the boy got the courage. The boy was not afraid of Zayn and was surprisingly close to him.

It was probably because of Lindsey.

Zayn grunted and looked impatient, but when he looked down and saw those big doe-like eyes, he somehow became soft-hearted.

If his and Lindsey's child was born, he would probably also look at him with such pleading eyes when he wanted something.

In the end, Zayn picked up this little boy and brought him back to their bedroom.

"You can sleep on the sofa." Zayn pointed to the sofa as he stood between the boy and the bed. Zayn looked possessive and his tone was non-negotiable.

The maid had already prepared a blanket and a small pillow on the sofa.

The little boy was well-behaved. He just glanced at the bed longingly, then obediently dragged his small slippers to the sofa.

After the boy got to the sofa, Zayn covered his little body with the blanket and the boy quickly fell asleep. Zayn then turned off the lights in the room, leaving only a small night light next to the bed.

Before Zayn went to bed, he touched Lindsey’s forehead to test her temperature. Her fever had gone down and she was sleeping peacefully.

He kissed her on the forehead and went to bed.

Zayn was exhausted from all the events that day. He hugged Lindsey and fell asleep in a few moments.

The next day, Zayn was woken up by the touch on his face.

The tip of his nose was tickled. Zayn wrinkled his nose and slowly opened his eyes.

Before his eyes were fully open, he already caught Lindsey's playful hand and mumbled, "Stop it..."

A soft laugh came from above his head and the hand he was holding gently tickled his palm. Zayn was now fully awake.

The thick curtains blocked out the light from outside, so the room was still dim with only a faint glow from the night light next to the bed that had been on all night.

Zayn brought Lindsey’s hand to his lips and kissed it. His morning voice was husky and sexy, “When did you wake up?”

"Just now," Lindsey replied with a smile.

She rarely smiled these days. In a trance, Zayn actually felt that they had returned to their brief happy days when he had just learned that Lindsey was pregnant.

Their noses were touching and Zayn's hand was gently resting on Lindsey's waist. He felt an impulse and was just about to kiss her when Lindsey kissed him first. Zayn was caught off guard. Lindsey lightly brushed over his lips, then revealed a smug smile like a sly cat before she sat up.

Zayn also sat up and wanted to say something, but Lindsey put a finger to her lips. “Shh...”

Lindsey held Zayn's hand and gestured for him to look at the foot of the bed.

"When I saw him, the impulse in my heart suddenly faded." Lindsey hugged Zayn. "Sorry I made you worry about me."

Zayn did not speak and just hugged the thin figure tighter.

When he raised his head, he saw the little thing that had just emerged from under the quilt, looking at the two of them with slightly dazed eyes.

Zayn suddenly felt awkward and cleared his throat before he let go of Lindsey. Lindsey had her back to the foot of the bed and could not see the boy. She only turned around when Zayn reminded her.

"You're awake?" Lindsey sounded very happy. She immediately let go of Zayn and kneeled on the bed in front of the little one who had just woken up.

Lindsey reached out to pinch the boy’s cheeks. Her eyes were smiling as she said, “You’re so cute!”

Zayn looked at the little thing that had attracted all of Lindsey's attention as soon as he woke up, and a flash of displeasure crossed his face.

The little one recognized Lindsey. His hair was a bit messy, which made him look so clueless and cute. The boy automatically jumped into Lindsey's arms.

Before he could get his way, Zayn yanked him back by the collar and looked at him aggressively. "Kid, she's my wife! Don't try to take advantage of her."

Zayn looked possessive. Lindsey saw his childish look and wanted to laugh.

"What do you want?" Zayn looked at the little guy who was wrinkling his little face and staring at himself with hatred. "Do you want to pee? Let’s go, I'll take you."