Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 1242: The truth was, Ivy had done exactly that, but Linsey had turned her down flat. Yet, if she had known he was this much trouble, she wouldn't have refused so quickly. After all, how wonderful it would be to live luxuriously with a five-million-dollar check in her pocket. Linsey had originally planned to tell him exactly that, but wisdom prevailed as she realized he would undoubtedly throw another tantrum upon hearing it. To spare her eardrums from another assault, she simply nodded along with his assumption. Collin regarded her with genuine bewilderment before pressing further.

"Why?" Previously, Ivy had called him specifically to voice her strong disapproval of their... Marriage. What could have caused such a sudden change of heart? The puzzle gnawed at him. "How should I know?" Linsey replied with obvious impatience. "Dinner's waiting downstairs. Let's eat." Collin, still distracted by his confusion, responded automatically, "I'm not eating. I've been so furious waiting for you that I've lost my appetite." He had expected this declaration to draw an apology from Linsey.

To his shock, she turned away without the slightest hesitation, showing no intention of coddling him. "Eat if you want, or don't. Your choice entirely." Skipping one meal wouldn't kill him, after all. By the time Collin processed what was happening, Linsey had already reached the staircase, prepared to head down alone. "Linsey." His knuckles turned white as he gripped the railing, rage coursing through his veins. "Get back here!" "Not listening!" Linsey clapped her hands over her ears and bolted away, vanishing from his sight in seconds.

Collin stood there seething, his expression turning thunderously dark. True to his stubborn declaration, Collin refused to eat, and Linsey couldn't care less about his self-imposed hunger strike. She returned to the bedroom after enjoying a leisurely dinner, while Collin had planted himself on the sofa, aggressively flipping through a book. The sound of the door opening made him look up reflexively.

Every tale finds a home at gⱯlnσνℓs․com But the moment he saw it was her, Collin's head snapped back down, his expression souring as he turned the pages with such violent force it seemed he might rip the book to shreds. Linsey caught the aggressive rustling sound and glanced over, only to notice the book clutched in his hands bore the title "The Art of Strategy for Men in a Relationship-Patience Above All." Confusion clouded Linsey's features as her brows furrowed, but she remained silent, turning toward the bathroom for a much-needed shower.

Collin's irritation flared at her indifferent response. The moment she disappeared behind the bathroom door, he seized the book and hurled it straight into the trash can. Steam still clung to Linsey's skin as she emerged from the bathroom, immediately beginning her search for a hairdryer. "Hey-" Collin's voice cut through the silence from his position on the sofa, his patience finally snapping. "It's been two hours. How much longer are you planning to keep up this sulking act?" Linsey barely suppressed the urge to roll her eyes.

She couldn't believe he had the audacity to accuse her of making a scene when he was the one throwing tantrums. . . .