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Chapter 7

    Although it was a question, it was a tone that one could not refuse.


    Lindsay nodded, seeing that he looked like he had something to say to her.


    It just so happened that she wanted to talk to him too.


    Gavin gave Lindsay a warning look, "Behave yourself.”


    Don''t offend him before you marry him. It can be seen from Hugo''s indifference that he should be unsatisfied with Lindsay. But it''s always good for the


    Forrest family to get in with the Jones family and be their rtives, and it will help the business of thepany.


    He didn''t want Lindsay to blow it.


    Lindsay pretended not to see it and followed Jim out the door.


    She knew all too well what Gavin had in mind. Where did he get the confidence that she would help him after she married into the Jones family?


    Just because he was her father?


    But did he think of her as a daughter? Did he know how she''d spent thest eight years of her life?


    As Lindsay''s thoughts drifted, her head hit a hard ‘wall’, she snapped back to her mind, lifted her head, and found that impable face close at hand,


    locking down at her.


    He, he was really able to stand up.


    That was to say, her spection was right.


    Lindsay''s scalp tingled under the look, so she looked up at him with forcedposure, "You pretend to be disabled on purpose, don''t you?”


    Hugo''s eyes narrowed slightly, with


    the displeasure of being seen


    through, histone was not high or x


    low but. Shocking enough, ‘Why ¢ dom


    you wat to marry me despite the


    fact that I am disabled? What.do you


    seein me? Money? You wait to be a


    wealthy wife?"


    Lindsay only felt that the chill


    seeped out fram beneath the skin


    under his state, her whole heart was


    ike being.héld tightly by an invisible.


    hand, andit was difficult to breathé.


    However, she remained outwardly


    calnnand peaceful, "I was twoyears


    olckwhen I was betrothed te-you, did


    ‘Khow about money, andthe


    benefits of being a rich wife when I


    was two years old and forced the


    two mothers to have us betrothed?"


    She paused for a moment, as if to soften her tone, "Mr. Jones, when I was two years old, you were already ten years old, making you eight years


    older than me, do I mind that you''re old?”


    Oh, Huge sneered, this woman was more than articte, she was eloquent!


    She was a smart mouth!


    He was old?


    There was a tension in the air.


    They stared at each other, with sparks flying, and neither one refused to back down


    Lindsay''s hands clenched into fists at her side. She had married into the Jones family for the sole purpose of Gavin''s promise to return her mother’s


    dowry.


    She didn''t mean to make an enemy of this man, so she softened her tone and lowered her posture, "Mr. Jones, I know you don''t want to marry me


    but we may just as well have a try...”N?velDrama.Org owns this text.


    She deliberately stopped to look at Hugo''s face, his expression fluctuated very slightly, but she caught it anyway.


    "Mr. Jones, let''s make a deal.” Lindsay spoke up, she didn''t really want to marry him either. She would have agreed, only because she wanted to


    come back from abroad and take back what belonged to her mother and her.


    "Huh?" Hugeughed gently, seemingly finding it ridiculous and absurd, she wanted to make a deal with him?


    Lindsay swawed, a cold sweat


    broke out onher spine from the


    tension. Hugo was so tall that she ~


    had to raise her head to look at him,


    "I know, you pretend to be crippled


    becatle you want the Forrest family


    to-back out of this marriage; which I


    agreed to. I have my difficulties."


    That got Hugo interested.
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