Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 445

Mrs. Wendy, who was looking on the side, could not bear it and proposed, "Why don't you let Dezi sleep with me at night? After all, he’s still so young."

"Aunt Wendy, he’s not young anymore." Lindsey was helpless. She also loved him, but she could not spoil him. "He's already five and a half years old, so he should learn to sleep alone."

Since Lindsey said so, Mrs. Wendy could not do anything about it. She looked at Dezi's insecure face and felt heartbroken.

Lindsey talked to Dezi for half an hour, and finally, the little one did not look so down.

Shaun then played with him for a while and the last bit of unhappiness Dezi felt dissipated.

He seemed to have inexhaustible patience with the child and they got along so well.

Shaun stayed until after 9:00 pm before he got up and said goodbye.

Lindsey went to see him off. When he reached the door, Shaun thought of something and asked, "What are your plans for the future?"

She was stunned by his question and said, "I haven't thought about it yet. Let's take it one step at a time. I should find a job though, since I have to raise my son."

After saying that, she laughed out loud.

Shaun also laughed and later turned serious. “If you wanna work, Hemera will always welcome you back.”

"Brother, don't. I resigned on my own, remember? What would it look like if I go back again?"

"With me around, who will dare to say anything?"

Shaun was like an elegant gentleman when he said such words which were quite titillating. However, there was no romance between them. After he said that, the two of them looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

"Think about it. There’s no rush anyway. You should rest for a while." Shaun patted Lindsey's shoulder. "I'm leaving. Remember to call me if anything happens."

"Okay, drive carefully." Lindsey watched Shaun enter the elevator before heading back.

Opal Suites was familiar to her. When she turned to go into her apartment, Lindsey's gaze inevitably fell on the apartment opposite hers.

Her slender fingers fell on her belly. Lindsey still remembered that their accidental child that they later lost was conceived there when Zayn was living across the hallway.

She lingered for a short while before entering her apartment without another thought, closing the door behind her as if she could keep all those past events behind her.

Shaun came out of the elevator and took a few steps towards the parking lot, but suddenly felt that something was not right and looked back.

The black Porsche was parked in the shadow of a streetlight not far away. Shaun somehow felt that someone was watching him.

Shaun narrowed his eyes and wanted to ignore it at first. On second thought, he decided to walk over. The closer he got, the more he felt that the car in front of him looked familiar. Who else would it be if it was not Zayn Guggenheim?

He laughed lightly, then raised his hand and knocked gently on the car window. He then stood with his arms folded as he waited for the person in the car to react.

The window slowly lowered to reveal Zayn's sharp and sculpted face.

Zayn did not look at Shaun. Only after the window was completely lowered did he turn to Shaun and lift his eyelids.

Zayn’s reflexes were quick and dodged it. His face was extremely glum. “Do you think that I won’t hit you back like last time?”

There were some undefinable emotions in his eyes. His free hand then landed on Shaun's face.

Shaun did not dodge and was smashed squarely in the face.

However, Shaun quickly returned the punch that left a mark on Zayn’s face. The two of them did not give way to each other. In the beginning, they would still diss each other, but in the end, it was purely physical.

Quentin, who was sitting in the car, held his breath. The phone screen he held in his hand displayed the number “911”.

He even hopelessly looked towards the opposite building. Lindsey was staying there and the light in the room was still lit. If he made a call to her now, Lindsey would take less than five minutes to arrive at the battlefield.

However, Quentin thought about Zayn, then gave up on this idea that might get him exiled to Africa.

"Yo, that hurts..." Quentin watched the fight and muttered, "Ooof, that’s a good one. Nice! Hit him! Hit him!"

The driver was speechless as he looked at the scene outside. Shaun smashed his fist on Zayn's jaw. He then glanced at Quentin, who was excitedly commentating on the fight, and wondered why such a person would be promoted as Zayn’s trusted personnel.

The two men fought for ten minutes or so. Both of them were covered in sweat. Quentin watched closely and suddenly found that both men had let go of each other. They were glaring at one another and their faces were battered.

"Since you’re now divorced, stay away from Lindsey!" Shaun stretched out his thumb to wipe away the blood from the corner of his lips as he stared at Zayn.

Opposite him, Zayn also stared back and folded his arms. His thin lips moved as he said, "Busybody."