Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 1243: Having no interest in his theatrics, Linsey continued her hunt for the hairdryer. Collin wheeled himself closer, inexplicably agitated by her persistent silence. His frustration mounted as he called out once more, "Hey, are you seriously ignoring me?" Those repeated "heys" finally pushed Linsey past her breaking point. Her knuckles whitened around the hairdryer she had just located as she spun around, her voice sharp with anger. "My name isn't 'hey'! If you're going to have a breakdown, please do it somewhere else. Stop harassing me.

Do you honestly think I'm some pushover with no temper?" Their gazes locked in the charged air between them, the atmosphere crackling with tension. Linsey braced herself for his inevitable explosion, already mentally preparing her next move. Yet Collin's reaction caught her completely off guard. Rather than erupting in anger, he laughed softly, his eyes studying her face with newfound fascination. "Well then, let's see this temper of yours." Linsey's words died in her throat.

After two hours of being stonewalled, Collin was finally getting the reaction he craved, and it lifted his spirits considerably. His lips curved into a challenging smile. "What's wrong? Didn't you just claim to have a temper? Go ahead, then. Show me what you've got." Linsey remained silent, rage coursing through her veins until the hairdryer shook violently in her grip. Only a thin thread of self-control prevented her from launching the appliance straight at his smug face, which would have given him a perfect demonstration of her so-called temper.

Collin's keen eyes caught every tremor that wracked her frame. Reality hit him like a cold slap as he recognized that his teasing had crossed a line, and the amused gleam in his eyes dimmed. His finger traced his nose in an awkward gesture of discomfort. Let your mind wander with gⱯlnσνs﹒ "I'm hungry," he announced, desperately grasping for a way to redirect the conversation. Linsey's response was to pointedly ignore him, her movements sharp as she located the electrical outlet for her hairdryer. Just as her finger found the power button, Collin's hand shot out to yank the plug from the wall.

Before Linsey could voice her outrage, his own frustration exploded. "I told you I'm hungry. Are you deaf?" What exactly did he expect her to do about his hunger? Starve for all she cared! The thought blazed through her mind while she forced out a weary sigh. "Fine. What do you want?" Collin's voice carried the weight of absolute authority. "Go make me something to eat." Linsey drew in a slow, steadying breath before delivering her flat refusal. "No. I'm drying my hair." His tone turned mockingly sweet as he parroted her words back with infuriating dominance.

"You're going to cook for me first, then worry about your hair." . . .