Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 697

To Mrs. Wendy, Soren and Zayn were like her sons, so losing the two of them at once really impacted her mentally and physically.

When Sieben left, the only person who could be at home with Mrs. Wendy was also gone. Thus, the loneliness that Mrs. Wendy endured was something that they could not understand with their busy lives.

It was because of this that Lindsey wanted Mrs. Wendy to build her own social life and to have her own hobbies. She wished that Mrs. Wendy could have at least a few friends that she could talk to even if they were not too close.

Lindsey even thought of getting a cat or dog and secretly discussed it with Dezi, who was even more excited than she was.

However, after taking Dezi to the pet store several times, she realized that Dezi was allergic to fur. Although it was not very serious, it still stopped her from this idea of having pets at home.

That was why Lindsey tried so hard to make Mrs. Wendy participate in this competition that was not so formal.

‘It’s better to keep her busy than to be home alone every day,’ Lindsey thought to herself.

After she finished eating, Lindsey helped Mrs. Wendy with the dishes, then accompanied Dezi while he did his homework. After tucking the little one to bed, Lindsey went back to her bedroom exhausted.

She turned on the lights and closed the bedroom door behind her. Her straight shoulders slumped instantly as she relaxed and sighed, which accentuated her tiredness. She also leaned against the door for several seconds before slowly walking to the bed.

Lindsey sunk into her fluffy bed and immediately felt that her bed was absorbing all her exhaustion.

This was because she was mentally exhausted and not physically tired.

After clearing her head for a while, Lindsey just laid motionless on the bed in her thin pajamas with one arm resting on her belly. If not for her eyes still being open and spinning around from time to time, she would look a bit frightening.

She did not know how long she laid there like this. Lindsey was clearly tired, but she did not feel sleepy at all, so she propped herself up and opened a drawer at the bedside table, then fished out a small medicine bottle from the depths of the drawer.

Lindsey did not even look at it and poured out two tiny white pills, then just threw them into her mouth and swallowed them.

About twenty minutes later, the familiar dizziness came, dragging Lindsey into her dreams.

‘This medicine is taking more time to work,’ Lindsey thought to herself. At first, Lindsey was able to fall asleep quickly after taking the pills, but half a year later, it started to take more than twenty minutes for her to feel drowsy.

Lindsey knew that it was only a matter of time before this medicine would stop working on her, yet she still could not kick away her dependence on it.

She did not dare to sleep alone at night when it was quiet and desperately needed to put herself to sleep before her thoughts invaded her mind so that she would not drown in those memories.

Her last thread of clarity faded into her dream, and Lindsey was sound asleep.

"Ring ring!" It sounded like an antique phone ringing. Lindsey thought it was her alarm, but after her brain was awake for a few seconds, she realized that it was not. It was her new phone ringing.

When Lindsey opened her eyes in a daze, it was too dark to see anything clearly for a while, which gave Lindsey a feeling that it was still nighttime.

However, the constant ringing of her phone soon pulled her back.

It was not yet 7:00 am, so the sky was not bright yet.

Her ringtone sounded particularly annoying at this hour.

Since she was awake, Lindsey quickly returned to her senses as quickly as possible and could not help but yawn a little when she picked up her phone.

The call rang three times while Lindsey nervously waited for the other party to answer, but the call was disconnected in the next second.

Lindsey did not give up and tried again, but this time, a familiar automated message came through, "Hello, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable."

She took a deep breath and pressed the red end call button. She then pulled back her messy bed hair and was dumbfounded.

‘If it was really Sieben, why didn't she answer the phone or speak? Is she in some kind of danger?’

Then, Lindsey denied this speculation by herself. For six months, Sieben had never taken the initiative to contact any of them.

Lindsey believed her.

Then whose phone call could it be?

It was still early, so Lindsey laid in bed, but she could not sleep.

This inexplicable call kept echoing in Lindsey's mind even after she got to the office.

"Ms. Juhl? Lindsey?" Quentin reached out and waved his hand in front of Lindsey's eyes, then snapped his fingers. "Earth to Lindsey!"