Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 606

The hotel room’s soundproofing was amazing. When Quentin finally caught up, he saw a group of people standing at the door of the hotel room, looking at each other. When they saw Quentin, they hurriedly said, "Quentin, the President has been inside for a long time...should we...wait?"

Quentin rolled his eyes at the group. He had already returned to his usual playful self at this point. "Go do what you have to…two of you can stand guard here."

After saying that, he swept a glance around. A flash of harshness crossed his slightly smiling face. "Just now you said that you found Madam's assistant. Where is she?"

"She’s just next door."

The door to the room beside them was half open. This floor was basically empty. Some people liked to reserve rooms here long term, but only came to spend the night once in a while.

Quentin looked into the room from the door and saw Lindsey's assistant sleeping. She was covered with a jacket, which was probably done by his subordinates. He pointed his chin at her and asked, "What happened to her?"

Someone immediately replied, "Knocked out."

Quentin's eyebrows knitted slightly and he seemed to sigh, but he sounded a little sarcastic. "Tsk tsk, how pitiful."

After he said that, he left two people here to stand guard and ordered someone to take Lindsey’s assistant away.

When he walked to the elevator, Quentin pressed the down button and saw a few people walking out of the stairway not far away.

The design of this hotel was very unique. The rooms from the 23rd floor upward were not like the rooms below that were adjacent to each other. The privacy on the upper floors was very good.

It was a square design that gave great protection of customer privacy. Each floor only had four rooms on each corner, and each room had a private elevator next to it. The two sides were also surrounded by some greenery, so other residents would not have any awkward encounters.

There was only one flaw on this floor, which was the stairs, but it was unlikely that the average person would normally take the stairs.

Quentin froze for a second. His first reaction was that this guy had set this trap. However, it was only a split second before he dismissed the idea.

If Arthur really did this, Lindsey would not be in this hotel now as Arthur's means would not be so rudimentary.

Arthur also saw Quentin. His eyes were dangerous and deep as he coldly questioned, "Where is she?"

His light brown eyes had a concealed anger and he looked surprisingly imposing. Quentin regained his composure and said, "Are you asking about our Madam? She's with our President."

Quentin did not mean to deliberately provoke Arthur. He was just telling the truth, but the man in front of him completely exploded. Arthur stepped forward and pulled Quentin by the collar. He asked word for word, "What did you say?"

Quentin was forced to tilt his head up because of this position, but his voice was calm as he said, "Mr. Evans, you came too late."

In his heart, Quentin secretly thought, ‘Even if you came early, you won’t get the chance.’

Arthur was not someone who would show his emotions, but at this moment, Quentin saw substantial anger in his eyes.

If not for the fact that this floor was closed off, Quentin felt that this man might have thrown him out the window.

When she was in a trance and trapped in her desires that she neglected for so long, she was clearly not thinking straight, but now when she was awake, all the emotions overwhelmed her. Lindsey sat there dumbfounded for two seconds, then she felt ashamed, embarrassed, and inexplicable anger.

How should she deal with this? She had sex with her ex-husband that she hated so much, who even had a new fiancee.

‘What the hell is this?!’

Lindsey wanted to scream. She felt frustrated and embarrassed, and could not help but feel resentment towards Zayn.

She was not conscious at that time, but why did Zayn not know how to refuse her? Did he really want their relationship to be worse than it already was?

Lindsey took a deep breath and knew that she was just pushing the responsibility to Zayn. Although the images were blurred, Lindsey clearly remembered that she was the one who made the first move at the time, and Zayn was just going along with her actions. Moreover, at that time, Zayn might not have other options.

He was just trying to help her.

Lindsey kept trying to convince herself and blame herself for what happened. Even though she did not know who drugged her, she was the one who made the move on Zayn first.

She could not blame Zayn for this because it was her own fault. The moment she figured this out, Lindsey's heart was suddenly filled with guilt, and she did not know who she felt guilty for. It could be for herself, Ann, or Zayn, or even all of them.

The shame that did not seem to make an appearance last night, built up at this moment and fell on Lindsey’s heart like a big rock, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Luckily, a phone call from the police station interrupted her thoughts in time.