Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 727

Just as Lindsey's fingers touched the mask on Mr. Cooper's face, the man who was frozen in place suddenly flung her hand away and took a few steps back.

Lindsey subconsciously tried to grab at him again, but she was not quick enough and fell to the ground.

The pain made Lindsey wince as tears rolled down her cheeks. Her chest also seemed to hurt a little more.

Mr. Cooper's chest was also heaving with an even higher frequency than Lindsey. When he saw Lindsey fall flat to the ground looking so wretched, he lifted his hands but dropped them a few seconds later in dismay.

"I’m Mr. Cooper." His voice was hoarse and harsh to the ear. When he did not deliberately lower his voice, it seemed even rougher. He spoke fast with panic and explained in a desperate attempt to cover up, "I accidentally burned my hand a long time ago when I was abroad. I’m not sure if you misunderstood something, Ms. Juhl. I still have things to do, so I'll leave first."

He stood under the dim streetlight with only that one hand exposed, like a hideous iceberg.

After saying that, he gave Lindsey a deep look, then forced himself to turn and walk towards his car.

"Don't go!" Lindsey was bawling and she could not care less about the wound on her leg. She quickly climbed up and clenched that black leather glove in her hand. Her eyes were fixated on the man’s back.

Her heels fell off at some point, so she simply chased after him barefoot. She did not feel anything because the pain in her heart already numbed her nerves.

The man heard her voice behind him and his heart was screaming in pain, frantically telling him to turn around and look at the woman behind him. He wanted to pick her up and hug her tightly, but his only thread of sanity made his nerves tense as he hung his head and kept walking forward.

"Don't leave!" Lindsey shouted. Her voice was hoarse, but the man walked so fast and did not even pause for a second. She could not catch up to him.

She wanted to run faster, but she still could not catch up to him.

Finally, the man reached his car and raised his hand to open the door. At that very moment, Lindsey suddenly stopped and shouted behind him despite everything. "Zayn Guggenheim!"

The man’s movements paused for a brief moment. In the next second, he disappeared into the car and shut the door. The car immediately drove away from Lindsey's sight.

"Zayn?" Lindsey felt like all the energy was drained out of her body as she collapsed to the ground. The cold wind blew away her soft question.

Lindsey thought about the fire at the Wilford mansion. She also thought about that sunny clear afternoon when she got Zayn’s ashes that just felt so suffocating she wanted to die, as well as that rainy day of his funeral. Every time she was hurting, exhausted, and felt like leaving it all behind, these were the thoughts that pulled her through to overcome these six months...

‘Is he really Zayn? Is Zayn still alive?’

The driver waited for Lindsey for a long time and she did not pick up her phone, so he felt uneasy and got out of the car to find her. Lindsey had just been sitting on the ground for the longest time.

From time to time, passersby would give her strange looks, but Lindsey was completely oblivious to them as she was immersed in her own world.

When the driver saw Lindsey in this state, he was shocked and did not dare to touch her, so he hurriedly made a phone call to Quentin and even called Shaun.

Quentin was still in the hotel. The reception was about to end when he received the call from the driver. Quentin thought he had misheard. After he confirmed it, he ran out of the hotel and almost hit someone.

Mr. Jones hurriedly answered and replied, "Ms. Juhl, you look unwell, so you should go back and rest early tonight."

"Okay." Lindsey smiled faintly. "You go ahead."

Lindsey then followed Quentin towards his car. That was when Quentin noticed that Lindsey wore a long black men's coat over her gown.

"Didn't you leave a long time ago? How did you get mugged? And whose coat is this?"

Lindsey did not hide it from him. "It’s Mr. Cooper's. I couldn’t find my car keys earlier, so while waiting for Mr. Jones to pick me up, Mr. Cooper lent it to me."

She also wanted to tell Quentin about what just happened earlier, but after pondering for a few seconds, those words were stuck in her throat.

Lindsey just felt pain. Everywhere hurt.

After Lindsey pulled open the car door and went in, she immediately took off her heels and tightened the coat on her body as she curled up into a ball in the back seat.

She felt uncomfortable and feverish, and her overloaded brain was not working. She closed her eyes and let herself lean against the back of the seat as she tried to clear her thoughts.

However, it did not work at all. When she closed her eyes, Mr. Cooper's hand covered in burn scars flashed through her mind, as well as Zayn’s face in the sea of fire.