Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 1283: But the message twisted in Linsey's mind. She was lost somewhere between the liquor and her anger. To her, it sounded like nothing but scolding. A bitter shout escaped her lips. "Why do you care?" Fury took over as Linsey started hitting him with unsteady fists, the blows landing with dull thuds. "What's it to you? Who do you think you are? Get off me. Don't touch me!" Far more than her drunken violence, what cut Collin deepest was the empty look in her eyes-like she didn't even recognize the man holding her.

A firm grip from Collin's hand held Linsey in place, his voice dropping into a cool, steady register. "Who do you think I am? I'm your husband." The word seemed foreign to Linsey. She blinked several times, shaking her head as if to clear it. "Husband? No, I don't have a husband." "Linsey," Collin repeated, his tone colder than before, letting her name hang heavy in the air. A delayed realization dawned in her hazy mind. "Oh, that's right. I do have a husband. I married Collin, didn't I?" A relentless question followed.

"So who am I to you?" Collin pressed, refusing to let her drift away in confusion. She stared up at him, eyes glazed and full of uncertainty. "Who are you, really? You look a lot like Collin..." Exasperation flickered across Collin's face. "That's because I am Collin," he answered, annoyance threading his words. Shakily, Linsey tried to wriggle out of his hold. "Welcome back, I guess. You should get some rest. I need a little space right now." But Collin wouldn't let her go, his gaze fixed on her reddened, tear-filled eyes.

"Why waste your tears on someone who's never deserved them?" Felix's name never passed his lips, but the implication lingered. Collin had seen her cry for that man too many times-it grated on him even now. "I'm not crying for him," Linsey shot back, her words clipped and raw. "I'm angry at myself for being foolish enough to have anything to do with a man like that." Stay updated with galnσν.cøm A trace of Collin's irritation faded as he heard her answer. He loosened his grip, fingers trailing gently along her waist. "You don't need to worry about him anymore.

I've avenged you." Confusion overtook Linsey as she jerked her head up, eyes widening in shock. That was when she noticed it-the faint, coppery scent of blood clinging to Collin's clothes. A chill ran down her spine as her mind raced to imagine what he might have done. "You killed Felix?!" Linsey asked, eyes wide with disbelief. Collin only chuckled, low and languid, and reached out to lightly pinch her cheek. "What do you think?" he drawled teasingly. Her breath caught. That smile... that tone... it wasn't a denial. The fog of alcohol evaporated in an instant.

She blinked at him, stunned, horror clawing up her throat. "Murder is a crime, Collin! How could you-how could you actually kill Felix?" Yes, she had imagined killing the man herself-half-drunken fantasies, heat-of-the-moment daydreams, flashes of wrath. But she had never seriously meant it. Felix had been awful, but still-death? This? And Collin... he had done it? For her? . . .