Chapter 182 I Hope You Can Agree To Our Divorce

After an awkward moment, Zayn finally said his first words to Lindsey, "What time do you want to go over tomorrow?" Lindsey was stunned and said, "What?" Seeing that she was obviously lost in thought, Zayn was annoyed and said coldly, "Nothing." He sounded like he was sulking. Lindsey herself was startled that she thought so because "sulking" was such a childish word that did not suit Zayn at all. However, there was certainly something off about the person in front of her. Lindsey just looked at Zayn and simply stopped talking. The next day, when Lindsey packed her things, she realized that she did not have much to pack to begin with since Opal Suites was just a temporary residence. When she took her small suitcase downstairs, she found someone already waiting for her outside. Zayn was standing next to the car with the Guggenheim family’s driver next to him. "Grandpa asked us to pick you up." Zayn's voice was dull and his face was indifferent. He said "us" instead of "me". Lindsey did not care too much and said, "Let's go then." The driver helped Lindsey to put her suitcase away, then opened the car door for the two of them. Lindsey got in first. After waiting for a moment, Zayn also got into the car, but he was sitting on the passenger seat. The driver was tense and could barely speak. "Should I teach you how to drive?" Zayn said quietly on the side after the driver almost took the wrong turn several times. The driver immediately gripped the steering wheel tightly and drove back to the Guggenheim mansion apprehensively. This was not the first time Lindsey went back to the mansion, but it was the first time she made up her mind to stay there. The old man and Mrs. Wendy, as well as the Guggenheim family's servants, were all waiting at the door. When they saw Lindsey and Zayn, the servants greeted them. "Good day, Young Master and Young Madam." Lindsey did not know how to respond to that title, so she just pulled out a smile. Mrs. Wendy hurriedly went up to Lindsey and helped her with her things. Lindsey followed her from behind and saw that Mrs. Wendy had taken her suitcase into her old bedroom with Zayn. Her heart skipped a beat. Although Lindsey knew that she might have to face such a situation when she returned, her heart still jumped wildly. An unspeakable astringent feeling surged to her heart and even tainted the tip of her nose with that astringency. "Aunt Wendy, let me," Lindsey said. Mrs. Wendy waved her hand and said, “How can I let you unpack this yourself? You should take a rest.” Lindsey knew that Mrs. Wendy was persistent, so she thought about it and went back downstairs. When she arrived, the old man had just finished telling Zayn something and Lindsey only saw Zayn nodding his head. His complexion was glum. She seldom interacted with Zayn these days, but they put up an act in front of the old man. The whole day passed by just like that. At night, Lindsey went up to her bedroom. When she saw Zayn following her, her heart beat wildly. Lindsey pretended that nothing was wrong and waited until they were both in the room before she closed the door to glare at the man in front of her. Zayn’s eyes were deep, like a cold bottomless lake, as he stood there quietly. He even looked calm as he waited for her to speak. As expected, Lindsey could not help it and said with exasperation, "Why are you here too?" "This is also my room. Where else would I sleep if I didn't sleep here?" Zayn said leisurely. "Zayn Guggenheim!" Seeing her like this, although she was no longer cold and indifferent, Zayn still felt inexplicably hurt. He noticed that when Lindsey did not talk to him, he only wanted to pry her mouth open, but as soon as Lindsey spoke, he wanted to cut open her heart. That night at the hospital was her last act of tenderness towards him. Zayn no longer carried the teasing expression on his face. Instead, it was replaced with annoyance and tiredness. "Lindsey Juhl, why are you so cold to me?" Zayn asked. The gloom in his eyes gradually dissipated and turned into deep confusion. After that night in the hospital, Lindsey's attitude towards him turned unmistakably cold as she distanced herself from him. She did not even hide it in front of the old man. She was just emotionless as she feigned indifference. Zayn did not know what she was thinking, but he insisted on an answer. He never did anything that had no outcome, but Lindsey was the only exception. Being stared at like that, Lindsey actually felt somewhat compelled and wanted to follow the deep affection in her heart to indulge her feelings for a moment. "I just think it’s better like this," Lindsey said. This was her truth. Zayn could no longer maintain the feigned coldness on his face. "What do you mean this is better? Lindsey Juhl, why don’t you ever face up to your feelings for me?" "Zayn, just stop it, okay? It's you who never saw it clearly!" Lindsey suddenly got emotional and roared. She turned to walk beside the bed and looked into the endless darkness. After calming herself, she continued, “We’ve never lived in harmony before. I feel that it’s incredible I could hold on to that bit of illusory promise we made as a kid. But a childhood promise means nothing! Zayn, can’t you see that we’re not fit for each other?” Behind her, Zayn stood in silence for a long time. He looked at her somewhat uneven back and saw ruthlessness in it. "Why is it nothing? Lindsey, those memories mean nothing to you?" Zayn was not sad nor was he questioning her. His tone was flat as if he was talking about something that he did not care about. Lindsey clenched her teeth to make sure her voice did not crack nor show any sadness. She then said, “If I could, I’d rather forget it all.” Outside the window, the strong wind blew and the grass and trees bent along with it. Compared to nature, humans were the most sentient, but they were also the most heartless. There was pure silence behind her like no one was there. Lindsey could not resist the desire to turn around and take a look. Zayn did not speak, but Lindsey’s heart felt hollow. She thought that she should take this opportunity to just lay it all out. "I’ll play along with you in front of Grandpa so he’ll think that we made up, but I’ll leave in four months. I also hope that you can agree to our divorce."