Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 733

Lindsey was drunk and was not in her right mind.

Zayn carefully put Lindsey in the backseat of his car. Her head fell to the side and she just fell asleep like that.

When Harvey saw Zayn carrying Lindsey, he wanted to chase after them, but Zayn’s punch was so strong that he could not even move. Thus, he could only watch as Zayn carried Lindsey away.

Zayn told his driver to start the car. He then reached out and slowly pulled Lindsey to his lap so that she was in a comfortable position.

Lindsey's eyelashes fluttered twice, which made Zayn panic and stop in his movements as he was afraid that she would wake up and question him about his identity again.

Luckily, Lindsey only felt disturbed because of the change in position. Soon, she nestled in his arms again and did not move.

She smelled of alcohol, so she must have been drinking a lot. Zayn carefully removed her coat so that Lindsey would be more comfortable. Then, his eyes were fixated on her face.

The sleeping Lindsey gave him a sense of security, so he took off his sunglasses to carefully examine every inch of her face.

His fingers traced her brow bone to her chin. He had never looked at her so close up since he returned.

In just half a year, she seemed to have changed a lot, but at the same time, nothing seemed to change.

Even when she was sleeping, her brows were slightly furrowed.

Zayn could not help but put his forehead on Lindsey's and press his palm on Lindsey's cheek. His voice was bitter as he said, "What should I do with you?"

The person in his arms certainly did not respond to him. Lindsey’s cheeks were flushed and her mouth was slightly open. Zayn could feel her warm intoxicated breath on his cheeks through his mask.

He had not held her like this in a long time. The last time he held her in his arms seemed like a previous lifetime.

"I'm sorry." He felt the warmth of Lindsey's body, and somewhere in his chest felt like it was being ripped apart. "I didn't mean to leave you behind."

He unconsciously choked and felt like his throat was blocked. He gulped to suppress his trembling voice.

"I was just afraid that you’d be scared." He pressed his face against Lindsey's cheek. His voice was so faint because he was afraid of waking Lindsey. "You don't know how much I’ve missed you...I didn't want to ignore you."

His fingers unconsciously clenched as he stared at the woman in his arms unblinkingly.

Lindsey’s red lips were parted slightly, revealing her white teeth. Zayn’s fingers lingered on her lips and suddenly felt an uncontrollable impulse from his chest.

He reassured himself that Lindsey was sound asleep and drunk, so she was oblivious. When she woke up, she would only think that she had a weird dream. Then, he would leave her. Whether it was to undergo surgery or to hide in the darkness and just watch her from afar like that, it was enough for him.

Zayn’s fingers trembled as he removed his mask. His other hand that was holding the back of Lindsey’s neck came around to the front to cover her eyes.

His trembling lips slowly leaned into the woman's sweet red lips like he was compelled. He then kissed her gently and decisively.

Zayn’s palm was moist with blood, but it was far less painful than what he felt in his chest.

"I love you." Zayn's voice was so faint that only he could hear it.

A tear fell out of his tightly closed eyes and streamed down the hideous scars on his cheek before it disappeared down his turtleneck sweater.

Since his heart was too bitter, this kiss also felt bitter.

The sound of the car engine and the receding scenery outside the window became the best background.

It was Lindsey's crying voice. "Let me see you, please?"

She could not see anything and could only feel the man's black leather glove on her eyes.

The man did not speak for a long time, but his back was trembling slightly in her arms.

After a long time, Zayn slowly spoke in his coarse voice that Lindsey could no longer distinguish. "I..."

He wanted to say to her decisively as he did that night. "I’m not Zayn Guggenheim!"

However, it seemed like someone had pressed the pause button because he somehow could not say those words.

His tongue seemed to be numbed by the cold wind outside the window.

Perhaps Lindsey had already guessed what he wanted to say, so she said again, "Zayn, stop running. I really...I won’t be able to catch up to you."

The tears that she had been holding back finally streamed down her cheeks.

Zayn just felt like someone chopped him with an ax and split his chest that was not completely healed into two.