Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 1330: At precisely the thirty-second mark, his finger jabbed the pause button. There on the frozen screen was Linsey, radiant beyond words in flowing white silk, her reflection caught smiling in an ornate mirror-pure perfection captured in a single frame. His fingertip traced her image with heartbreaking tenderness while he whispered brokenly, pain and longing warring in his expression. "If only I could rewind everything and find you first, before Collin ever laid eyes on you...

would we have written a different ending?" Hours slipped away unnoticed until the tablet's screen finally dimmed, its battery completely drained. The room plunged into absolute blackness, wrapped in suffocating quiet. Gorman simply collapsed sideways on the sofa, too emotionally spent to move. His eyes drifted shut as hot tears carved silent paths down his cheeks. "Hey, are you okay? Wake up-" A woman's voice drifted into Gorman's consciousness, pulling him from the depths of sleep. That voice was achingly soft and unmistakably familiar-the one he had yearned to hear above all others.

Gorman's eyelids fluttered open slowly. When he glimpsed Linsey hovering above him, his breath hitched, and his eyes widened in complete shock. "Thank goodness, you're finally awake." Linsey breathed out in visible relief, her face brightening with a tender smile. "I've been preparing some chicken soup for you. Just rest here while I fetch it." She stood gracefully and slipped from the room. Gorman remained frozen on the bed, his mind reeling with confusion. Hadn't Linsey just married Collin? How could she possibly be here, caring for him? His gaze swept frantically around the modest space.

Recognition struck him like lightning-this was Linsey's rented accommodation in that remote fishing village where she had nursed him back to health after his escape from deadly enemies. Explore new chapters gⱯlησνℓs․com What kind of impossible situation was this? Had he somehow been given a second chance at life? The mere possibility left Gorman utterly stunned. Soon enough, Linsey returned carrying a delicate ceramic bowl filled with aromatic chicken soup. "The soup is ready." She settled beside him on the bed's edge, cradling the warm bowl carefully as her voice took on a soothing tone.

"Drink it while it's still warm." Gorman stared at her with such intensity that Linsey finally noticed his burning gaze, puzzlement flickering across her gentle features. "Is something troubling you?" she asked softly. Without warning, Gorman bolted upright and swept her into his desperate embrace. Startled by his sudden movement, Linsey lost her grip on the bowl, which crashed to the floor in a symphony of breaking porcelain. She tumbled against his firm, cool chest. Surprise flickered in Linsey's eyes as she stared at Gorman. "You..." . . .