Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 1195: A sudden thought struck her as they reached the landing. "Hold on." The words made Collin halt his motorized wheelchair, his expression unreadable as he looked at her. Confusion furrowed Linsey's brow as she gestured at the wheelchair. "How did you even make it up here?" "There." Collin lifted his chin, gesturing in the direction he wanted her to notice. Turning to see what he meant, Linsey caught sight of an elevator nestled on the right side of the hall. "What?" Stunned, she stood there for a moment.

"You actually have an elevator inside your house?" Collin didn't miss a beat. "Don't tell me you don't have one at yours," he said, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world. Even so, Linsey struggled to process it. "Why didn't you say anything about the elevator before now?" Had she known about the elevator, Linsey never would have wrestled her suitcase up the steps, risking a tumble on the way. Calm as ever under her glare, Collin answered, "You never thought to ask." "You-" Frustration made Linsey's fists tighten, her anger leaving her momentarily speechless.

Truthfully, Collin had planned to mention the lift when she nearly fell down the stairs. The sight of her self-defense gear tucked inside the suitcase, however, stirred his temper, and he had let her struggle up the stairs as a quiet lesson. Not giving Linsey a chance to argue, Collin rolled away and headed straight for the elevator. "What a jerk." Linsey snapped back to reality, fury rising as she glared at Collin's retreating figure and muttered curses under her breath. Now she understood perfectly why his bride had bolted on their wedding day.

Living with someone like him felt like courting disaster. She worried she might actually die from pure frustration. The elevator chimed softly, its doors gliding open with mechanical precision. Collin glanced back at her, his voice carrying that familiar chill. "Aren't you coming?" Downstairs, after all the chaos, hunger gnawed at Linsey's stomach with relentless persistence. But when she reached the dining table, nothing greeted her except polished wood. ｍｅ ｕｄｔｅｓ ｎ ɢｌｖｌ. Confusion flickered across her face. "Weren't we supposed to have a meal?

Where's the food?" Collin stated this like it was obvious. "If you cook, then we'll have food, won't we?" "Me, cook?" Linsey jabbed a finger at her chest, disbelief written across her features. Collin shrugged with infuriating logic. "I can't cook. If you don't do it, who will?" "Don't you have any servants?" Linsey demanded. "I did, but I fired them all because they weren't doing a good job." Linsey found herself completely speechless. Accepting her grim fate, she dragged herself into the kitchen. It was spotlessly clean, and the fridge was completely empty.

She rolled her eyes skyward, feeling even more exasperated than before. Cooking would take forever, and with her stomach practically eating itself, she decided to order food delivery instead. . . .