Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 696

Lindsey dodged slightly with an apt smile on her face. "It’s alright. It's very light."

She took Dezi's hand and hurried towards their apartment building before the driver could say the next word.

The driver looked back helplessly and met his boss' unpleasant gaze, then shivered and hurriedly followed Lindsey quietly.

Arthur stood in the cold wind looking at the light from Lindsey's apartment and stared at it for a long time before withdrawing his gaze.

At home, Mrs. Wendy did make mashed potatoes and beef brisket today. Once they got into the house, the aroma of food filled their noses and their sense of hunger was instantly magnified countless times.

"It smells so good!" Lindsey’s nose twitched as she took off her coat and Dezi’s coat, then hung them up. She put away the things they bought in Dezi's small study room and slipped into the kitchen.

Mrs. Wendy had a lot more white hair than before. When she heard Lindsey's voice, she turned around slowly and had a gentle smile on her face. "Wash your hands before you eat."

Lindsey went over to Mrs. Wendy and said, “I’ve already washed my hands. What time is dinner? It smells amazing!”

Mrs. Wendy saw Lindsey’s gluttonous look and smiled. "It’ll be ready soon. Here, bring this out first." She slipped Lindsey a navy blue plate of roasted vegetables that looked so appetizing.

Lindsey gulped and obediently carried it to the dining table, but her excited look slowly faded once she was out of Mrs. Wendy’s sight.

Her naturally curled-up lips were pursed into a straight line. Mrs. Wendy’s slow moment just now when she handed her the plate kept replaying in Lindsey's mind. Somehow, that image triggered her and made her nose tingle. Only then did she sniffle and snap back to her senses.

During this half a year, Mrs. Wendy's health slowly deteriorated and she was hospitalized twice. Although it was not a serious illness, it repeatedly tormented her and made the signs of aging more profoundly visible on her body.

Lindsey contacted the best doctors in the States and used the best medicine, but Mrs. Wendy’s condition was still the same.

Moreover, with Lindsey at work and Dezi at school all day, Mrs. Wendy was usually home alone. She also did not have the habit of dancing and gardening with other old ladies in the community, so she was very lonely.

After the soup was served on the table, Dezi ate the beef brisket and mashed potatoes that he had been thinking about all day. Lindsey took a sip of soup and said, "Our company recently funded a project for empty nesters and those elderly are quite happy with each other, building a little group chat and exchanging tips on keeping birds and gardening, which is quite interesting. A few employees also participate often. I heard that next week, these elderly are preparing for some sort of competition."

As she was talking, Dezi and Mrs. Wendy looked at her. Dezi did not fully understand, but when he heard the word “competition”, he was curious. “What competition?”

Lindsey's gaze inadvertently swept past Mrs. Wendy's face and found that Mrs. Wendy was also listening intently, so she said in a louder voice, "The competition is about cooking, gardening, and some homemade handicrafts. There are so many activities and the products will be put up for auction just for fun."

When she said that, Lindsey suddenly looked at Mrs. Wendy expectantly with her glistening eyes. “Why don’t you join? I’ll help you sign up. Your cooking skills will definitely wow the judges. The rose water and osmanthus tea you taught me to make last time were so good!"

"Okay, it's done!" Lindsey tossed her phone aside and stuffed her mouth with food, chewing it slowly and methodically.

Lindsey had a sly smile that reached her eyes. "Oh right, they have a group chat. I happened to buy you a new phone, so I'll teach you how to use it later."

Mrs. Wendy used an old Nokia that was loud and fall-resistant, but there was no function to install apps and participate in a group chat.

She was already used to this old phone and was unwilling to change after Lindsey’s constant persuasion. This was a good opportunity for Lindsey to change Mrs. Wendy’s phone.

Since what was done could not be undone, Mrs. Wendy could not bear to be mad at Lindsey and just looked at her weirdly.

Lindsey did not mind it. She never quite understood the loneliness of the elderly, but she could tell how much Mrs. Wendy had changed and how much of a blow Zayn’s death was to her.