Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 1321: "That's more than enough." Ivy's hold on Linsey's hand grew a little tighter, and her voice softened. "It doesn't matter how much money you put into a birthday. What matters is having the people you love there with you." Linsey could tell Ivy wanted to comfort her, and she felt truly grateful for that. Thinking about all the times Collin had helped her recently, Linsey decided that he deserved a proper birthday celebration.

So, she quickly suggested, "Ivy, what if I make dinner tomorrow, order a cake, and we have a small family birthday for him here?" "That sounds wonderful." Ivy let out a relieved smile. "But I didn't realize you knew how to cook." "Actually, I'm not bad at it. Even Collin has told me that my cooking is good," Linsey answered, her pride showing in her words. She asked, "Ivy, would you like to stay for dinner tonight and see for yourself?" "I'd really enjoy that." Ivy nodded, her face lighting up with a smile.

Their conversation continued, filled with laughter and warmth that lingered in the room. Later, Collin came home to find Ivy alone on the sofa, quietly watching television. He walked over and greeted her. "Grandma." With a smile, Ivy looked up at him. "Welcome home. Are you hungry?" Collin shook his head and glanced around the living room. "Where did Linsey go?" A part of him wondered if she was still putting in extra hours at Felix's company. It bothered him to think she was working so hard for so little. That thought made him frown, and he pulled out his phone to call her.

Before he could dial, Ivy's cheerful voice interrupted his thoughts. "She's in the kitchen. She told me she wanted to cook something tasty for me. I'm staying for dinner tonight." "I see," Collin replied, wheeling himself toward the kitchen with determined purpose. Linsey had no idea her husband was even home yet. She stood at the counter, completely absorbed in chopping vegetables for dinner, humming softly to herself. gⱯlnσνs﹒, the heart of fiction Without warning, a strong masculine hand slid around her waist from behind, pulling her back against a solid chest.

"Shit!" Linsey shrieked in terror, her heart nearly jumping out of her chest. Pure instinct kicked in, and she spun around with the sharp kitchen knife raised high, ready to defend herself. Collin's reflexes were lightning fast. He jerked backward and caught her wrist in his strong grip before the blade could come anywhere near him. His eyebrows furrowed in a deep scowl. "Jesus Christ, Linsey! Are you trying to kill your own husband?" The moment Linsey's brain registered Collin's familiar face, all the fight drained out of her body. But her relief quickly turned to anger.

"What is wrong with you? You can't just grab someone from behind like that! You scared the living daylights out of me!" Collin shrugged without an ounce of remorse, a cocky smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "You're just a scaredy-cat. You're my wife, so obviously I can put my hands on you whenever I want." . . .