Chapter 68 Do You Want To Die?

Lindsey pretended to be very distressed, so Zayn looked at her again and did not probe further. Mrs. Wendy made a beef stew for dinner. She had instructed the maids to be careful when bringing it to the table because it was still scalding hot. At the table, Zayn casually helped Lindsey to a portion of the beef stew. Lindsey was absent-minded and took a spoonful without waiting for it to cool. "OMG! Young Madam..." Mrs. Wendy saw it from the side and hurriedly went forward. Unexpectedly, the man beside her reacted faster and reached out to slap away the spoon. In a haste, the stew splashed over his purlicue. His hand quickly turned red. "Lindsey Juhl, do you not want your tongue?" Zayn yelled. "I'm sorry," Lindsey mumbled. She did not refute and quickly got up to ask the maid to get the burn ointment. Even Mrs. Wendy could see that something was wrong with Lindsey’s disoriented look. As she rinsed Zayn's hand with some cold water, she asked, "Young Madam, is there something wrong