Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 715

By the time they finished eating hot pot, it was already dark outside. The three of them walked out with the fragrant smell of hot pot all over their clothes as well as with beads of sweat on the tips of their noses.

"Mommy, the hot pot was so delicious! Can we come back again next time?" Dezi was walking in the middle as he held Lindsey and Mrs. Wendy’s hands. He looked up with an expectant gaze which made it difficult for Lindsey to refuse.

Lindsey met such a gaze and nodded, then said seriously, "But you can't eat out too much. Otherwise, Grandma will get sad."

Mrs. Wendy quickly laughed and waved her hand, signaling for Lindsey not to talk nonsense.

The well-behaved Dezi held each of their hands tightly and said, "I won’t, because Grandma's cooking is still the best!"

His denial and gluttonous appearance were in sharp contrast. Lindsey and Mrs. Wendy glanced at each other and laughed out loud.

The man dressed in all black was sitting on the passenger seat of the car in the darkness away from the streetlights. He was fiddling with his phone, but his gaze fell unblinkingly on the two adults and one child that walked out of an alley not far away.

"Boss." The young man in the driver's seat next to him lowered his voice and said, "Mr. Jipson asked me to remind you to go for your checkup next week. He also asked me to remind you not to go out too often to avoid any wound infection."

The young man lowered his head after he finished speaking, keeping his presence to a minimum.

To his surprise, the man beside him did not say anything else but nodded after a long silence. "Alright."

The three people in the distance had already gotten into the car and left.

The man picked up the phone in his hand and tapped on the blacked-out screen which lit up immediately. The white light illuminated the man's fingers, which were covered in horrifying scars and tiny growths. Through these horrific wounds, one could vaguely catch a glimpse of the man's beautiful hands before it was injured.

He was already accustomed to the wounds on his hands and ignored them as if they did not matter.

The man’s attention fell on the phone in his palm, which was a picture of a woman's sleeping face.

He traced the woman's face intimately and tenderly on the screen, and no one could see the imperceptible trace of pain in the man's eyes.

The next day was a Saturday. Lindsey finally had a day off on Saturday and cleared her schedule this weekend. She stayed at home to play with Dezi in the morning and went to the supermarket with Mrs. Wendy in the afternoon.

Dezi had a calligraphy class in the afternoon, so Lindsey and Mrs. Wendy stayed at home tinkering with the dish for Mrs. Wendy’s upcoming cooking competition.

"Put the garlic in the chicken, you can use that one and follow my movements so you can learn." Mrs. Wendy's action was crisp and sharp as she slapped two cloves of garlic. The pungent smell rushed straight to her nostrils.

Mrs. Wendy sighed as she looked at Lindsey's clumsy movements and brought out another chicken for Lindsey. "Come, watch how I do it."

Lindsey wanted to refuse, but looking at Mrs. Wendy’s stern and disapproving gaze, she swallowed her words and said, “I thought we’re keeping this for you to practice?”

Mrs. Wendy and Lindsey purposely went to the supermarket to get two whole chickens so that Mrs. Wendy could practice because tomorrow was the day of the cooking competition that Lindsey forced Mrs. Wendy to enroll in.

Her white eyebrows raised as she said, "I've changed my mind now. You can follow me and practice your skills." Lindsey had repeatedly failed to learn how to cook, so Mrs. Wendy used this opportunity to force her to learn.

From time to time, Mrs. Wendy's exasperated voice came from the kitchen.

The next day's competition was held right on schedule.

Lindsey drove Mrs. Wendy and Dezi to the competition site.

It was an old neighborhood not far from the city center that had a very odd name called The Cement Factory.

Previously, this neighborhood was assigned to the workers of the cement factory and the buildings were not as fancy as the new buildings in the city. It also looked out of place among the bright and shiny modern buildings.

That was because the trees in his neighborhood were mere saplings compared to these short but sturdy giant trees in front of him.

He was wearing a black down jacket and subconsciously reached out to touch the trees. However, he suddenly remembered that this was someone else's home. It might not be appropriate to touch such a large ornamental tree, so he withdrew his hand.

"What a cute little doll!" An aged yet loud voice suddenly came from beside him.

Lindsey was carrying the things they brought from the car and walked over together with Mrs. Wendy.