Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 1190: Felix's desperate plea for help echoed in her ears, the weight of it making it hard to breathe. Determined to endure, Linsey told herself she could put up with anything-just until Felix's crisis passed. Once his company was safe, she would break free of Collin for good. Clinging to that thought, she steadied herself and reached once more for the bell. Before she could touch it, the door swung open on its own. "Ah!" The sudden movement made her jump, the suitcase nearly slipping from her grasp.

"Lingering outside-what are you up to, casing the place for a heist?" Collin's voice drifted out, laced with dry humor as he rolled into view. Yesterday's formal wedding attire had vanished. Instead, he wore comfortable loungewear that softened his appearance, trading sharp edges for a relaxed, understated charisma. When she saw Collin at the doorway, Linsey's gaze sharpened, wary and guarded. His teasing didn't go unanswered. "Who's the thief here? Not me," she retorted. Collin kept his tone even.

"If that's true, why'd you linger out front so long?" Linsey opened her mouth to fire off another retort, but her thoughts snagged on something unspoken, and the words faded. A moment later, she threw him a glare, putting on her fiercest face as she snapped, "Stealing from you would be letting you off easy. I ought to rig your house with landmines and blow you to bits, you menace!" But no matter how hard she tried, her gentle features just made the threat look more adorable than menacing-a kitten baring its fangs.

Collin noticed, a hint of amusement glinting in his eye as he glanced at her luggage. "Is that so? You'll need a stockpile, then. I've got nine lives, and I don't go down easy. But if I ever do, you can be sure I'll be dragging you with me." "You-" Speech failed Linsey, frustration etched across her features as she stared helplessly at Collin. A lazy smile played on Collin's lips as he turned back, his voice casual.

"Feel free to roll your suitcase in, even if it's packed with explosives." Your source of stories: gαlnσνєℓs.cm Drawing a steadying breath, Linsey made up her mind to let his nonsense slide-it was too early in the day to be rattled by him. A silent pep talk helped her swallow the annoyance as she hauled her suitcase inside. The second she stepped past the doorway, her eyes widened at the villa's stunning interior. Space stretched out before her, every inch dripping with opulence.

The brilliance of the crystal chandelier, elaborate carvings on the walls, and the unmistakable craftsmanship of the furnishings spoke volumes about the owner's fortune. Letting go of her suitcase, Linsey let out an involuntary gasp. Catching her reaction, Collin let out a quiet laugh. "What's this? First time seeing a bit of class, you country bumpkin?" Those words reached her sharp ears, and she spun around with a glare. "Did you just insult me?" Collin only lifted a brow, looking perfectly at ease. "You must have misheard." Indignation colored her voice.

"I'm certain you called me a country bumpkin!" Unruffled, Collin shrugged off the accusation. "That never happened." . . . Message from Noah: New novels in a few hours, hope you like them dear readers. God loves you and Noah wishes you all the best. („• ֊ •„)੭ .