Chapter 82 Is That What You Think Of Me?

"Zayn Guggenheim, why are you still pretending? You should be very happy, right? Does humiliating me over and over again give you a special sense of accomplishment?" Lindsey said word by word. Each word shot out like an arrow. Not only did it stab herself, but it also hurt Zayn in the process. "Is that what you think of me?" Zayn reached out to touch Lindsey’s face. His black pupils were bottomless, hiding his emotions. Lindsey did not reply. Zayn smirked and looked more ruthless as he said, "You’re right. Humiliating you gives me a great sense of accomplishment. I’ll be more satisfied if we do it another way." As soon as he said that, Zayn carried Lindsey away without a care for the two passed-out women on the floor and went to the guest room next door. He then threw her on the bed and pounced on her. Zayn was like a bipolar mental patient, venting all his emotions on Lindsey. However, no matter what Zayn did to her, Lindsey did not react and the look in her eyes remained the sa