Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 1286: Collin was caught off guard by her outburst. He rubbed his nose, visibly flustered and unsure what to do. He never actually said he killed Felix. She leaped to that conclusion herself, and he just let her think it, half-amused, never guessing she would take it so hard. "I..." Before he could explain himself, Linsey's fist landed squarely on his chest, cutting off his words. Getting up from his lap, she cried even harder and shouted, "Save your excuses! There's no point explaining now! I'm done with you! I never want to hear your voice again! Collin, you're the worst!

I've never met anyone as infuriating as you!" Tears streamed down Linsey's face as she suddenly turned and bolted for the staircase, each hurried step thundering through the house. "Linsey!" Collin called out, panic surging through him. Forgetting all about his supposed disability, he leapt from the wheelchair. "Come back! I didn't say you could just walk away!" No response came from Linsey, who only cried louder and sped up the stairs. Racing into her room, she didn't pause before slamming the door behind her, the sound echoing sharply.

When dawn broke, Linsey rose early, washed up, got dressed, and descended the staircase. Roland reached for her door, meaning to check in, but stopped short when he saw her coming down on her own. A warm smile spread across his face as he called out, "Good morning, Mrs. Riley." "Good morning, Roland," Linsey replied with a smile. With a gentle nod, Roland added, "Breakfast is ready whenever you are." "Thanks, Roland. I'll go eat in a bit." She nodded right back, her expression untroubled. If she felt any tension from last night, she didn't let it show.

Collin sat waiting at the table, taking in the scene. A long, relieved sigh escaped him. After last night's commotion, he had crept upstairs and found the bedroom door locked. He spent ages pleading and knocking, but Linsey never let him in, and at one point, she even shouted at him to leave, her voice breaking. The only option left had been the guest room, where Collin tossed and turned the whole night, unable to shake the worry gnawing at him. Explore more fiction on gαℓησνs․ Now, as he watched Linsey move about with her usual composure, a wave of relief finally settled over him.

Surely, he thought, she couldn't still be mad. That was all it was-a harmless spat. Snapping out of his thoughts as she drew near, Collin straightened up, put on a bright face, and greeted her. "Morning." Linsey offered no reaction at all. Without a single glance in Collin's direction, she wore a blank expression, pulled out her chair, and quietly sat down. The smile faded from Collin's face, leaving him looking momentarily stunned. Just then, Roland appeared with a bounce in his step. "Mrs. Riley, would you prefer some juice, milk, or maybe coffee?" he asked brightly.

A gentle smile replaced Linsey's cool demeanor. "Juice would be lovely. Thank you." "Alright." Roland quickly fetched her a glass and set it before her. After finishing up, he shot Collin a bright smile and asked, "Mr. Riley, can I get you some juice-" . . .