Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 63

The entire Denarius was gossiping about the President's mysterious lover and everyone was wondering about the lady boss who was still asleep at that hour. Even though Jenny Lenig closed the door tightly, those rumors were like arrows shooting at her heart.

She took out her phone to call Zayn, but it was only connected for a few seconds before it got cut off.

The voice from the phone sounded different from usual, but Jenny could immediately tell that it was Lindsey’s voice.

Jenny was persistent and kept calling Zayn, but he did not pick up.

Lindsey was feeling hot and sweaty, so she reached out to lift the quilt.

Zayn’s attention was split into two. He tried to focus on work while taking care of Lindsey.

From the corner of his eyes, he could see Lindsey’s movement and reached out without looking back to hold her wandering hand firmly.

Her palm was hot, but it felt better than when she first came back.

With her hand restrained, Lindsey stuck out her tiny foot from under the covers, trying to kick it away. However, Zayn was quick to react and held her even more firmly than before.

When Lindsey was sick, she became whinier than usual. She gave up struggling and wanted to cry.

"Let go of me! It's so hot! *sshole..." She cursed as she moved around. Zayn’s heart ached when he saw the tears that rolled down her cheeks landing on the pillow. Even he was unaware that he had such emotions.

His heart melted along with her hot teardrops. When was Lindsey ever like this when she was awake?

Jenny called Zayn at that moment, but he was busy caring for Lindsey, so he hung up without even looking and chucked his phone to the floor.

Seeing that Lindsey’s breath was hot and she was indeed uncomfortable, Zayn lifted the quilt a little to let some air in. His hands were still holding Lindsey so she would not move around. However, this little bit of compromise made Lindsey feel more comfortable.

The sound of twitching finally subsided and Lindsey also stopped mumbling. She scrunched her nose and turned over, rolling into Zayn's arms.

Her body was sweaty, but she did not smell bad. She was like a little furnace that clung to Zayn.

Zayn was amused by her reaction and even smiled slightly.

He did not get a wink of sleep last night. At the moment, when he saw Lindsey nicely snuggled in his arms, he suddenly felt lethargic. He wrapped Lindsey into his arms, hugged her tightly, and fell into a deep sleep.

When Zayn woke up, the day curtains in the room were flying about and there was a red glow outside the window. It was already sunset.

Zayn’s head was leaning on Lindsey’s. When he tilted his head slightly, he met a pair of clear eyes.

He was stunned and forgot how to react. Zayn could see his own reflection in Lindsey’s eyes.

Lindsey had already been awake for a while. When she opened her eyes, she noticed that Zayn was hugging her like a bolster pillow and they were both sweaty.

When she was in a feverish daze, she could roughly recall Zayn taking care of her. This kind of tenderness made her subconsciously fall for him regardless of everything he did. However, the humiliation and despair the day before came back to her like a slap in the face, flinging her back to reality.

Lindsey looked Zayn in the eye and asked earnestly, "Zayn, are you doing this out of guilt?"

She could not understand why Zayn would treat her like this and the only reason that came to mind was that Zayn was probably feeling guilty.

Zayn looked away, sat up on the bed, and stopped hugging Lindsey.

Lindsey’s fever had already subsided, but her body was still weak. When Zayn pulled away from her, Lindsey felt a little reluctant for him to leave.