Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 1324: "Even if that were true, you should still try to understand her-" Ivy started to scold him in a gentle voice. She then stopped short, her eyes widening as the words sank in. "Wait, what did you say? Cheating?" Collin's jaw stayed clenched, his wounded gaze locked on Linsey. "Linsey, aren't you going to ask Grandma to defend you? Why are you cowering now? Come on, say something." Ivy clicked her tongue, scolding him softly. "What's with the attitude?" She turned to Linsey, uncertainty clouding her features.

"Linsey, did you really cheat on Collin?" With a faint, almost frustrated smile, Linsey shook her head and sighed. "Don't believe his drama, Ivy. I haven't done anything wrong." "Then why-" Ivy hesitated, her suspicion lingering. Linsey leaned in close, pulling Ivy gently aside. She unlocked her phone and discreetly showed her the chat with the so-called "Cute Guy," murmuring a quick explanation into Ivy's ear. Relief washed over Ivy's face. "See? I knew you weren't the type to do something like that. Don't mind him.

Go finish dinner; I'll sort things out here." Without missing a beat, Ivy marched over to Collin's wheelchair and gave it a push. "Let me clear this up with you, and stop taking out your anger on Linsey." In truth, Ivy offered no actual proof. She just stood firm on Linsey's honesty and repeated that cheating was out of the question. Collin frowned, refusing to let it go. "Then why is she hiding her phone from me?" Ivy gave his shoulder a reassuring pat. "She doesn't want to. That's her right.

Why must you always act so controlling and unreasonable?" "If she's really innocent, then why-" Collin started. But Ivy cut him off with a firmer tap. "So now you don't trust my judgment?" gⱯlnσνs․com, the heart of storytelling With Ivy standing her ground, Collin was forced to back down. "Alright, I'll drop it." "Good boy." Ivy's face softened with a gentle smile, her nod conveying quiet approval. After finishing dinner, Ivy felt satisfied and prepared to depart. Linsey and Collin walked her to the entrance. "Stop here, please.

My driver will handle the car door," Ivy instructed, halting them. She clasped Linsey's hand, her smile warm and genuine. "That meal was absolutely delightful. It truly brightened my evening. Thank you for preparing such wonderful dishes." Linsey returned a modest smile, shaking her head lightly. "I'm just glad you enjoyed them, Ivy. I'll cook more for you next time." Ivy's grin widened at the promise, and she turned to Collin with a playful glint in her eye. "You've got yourself an incredible wife here.

If you don't appreciate her, someone else might steal her away." Collin remained silent, his face impassive. Once Ivy had gone, he avoided Linsey's gaze, guiding his wheelchair back inside without a word. . . .