Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 1331: Cutting her off, Gorman leaned in closer and whispered, "What I saw wasn't some fantasy!" The feeling of her warmth filled him with a joy he thought he would never have again, and his eyes shone at the miracle of it all. Right then, he grasped the truth. Somehow, the universe had spun him back through the years. He found himself standing at the crossroads where his journey with Linsey first began. A question gnawed at him-what would become of Collin?

Vivid memories flickered through his mind-Linsey's visit to the quiet fishing village, how she was searching for ideas for her paintings, and, by coincidence, became his savior. Once she returned home, she met Collin. Remembering all of this, Gorman slowly let Linsey go, hope shining in his affectionate stare. His voice came out gentle and hesitant. "Linsey, have you met Collin?" She looked at him, utterly at a loss. "Who are you talking about?" "Collin Riley." Gorman said the full name, not hiding his urgency. Confusion lingered on her face. "I really don't know anyone named Collin.

That name means nothing to me." That answer made laughter burst from Gorman's lips. A new beginning had been handed to him. Perhaps he could win back what he had once lost. Linsey studied the happiness on his face, her brow knitting with suspicion. Ever since he opened his eyes, she had struggled to make sense of a single thing he said. She started to suspect he might be one of those charming but slightly clueless men. When she patched up his wounds earlier, she noticed marks across his chest, but nothing seemed wrong with his head. It led her to think that maybe this was simply how he was.

Lάtєst chαptєrs ιν gαlnovєℓѕ.oм Breaking through her thoughts, Gorman spoke up. "I owe you for saving my life. It's good to meet you. My name is Gorman Green." She brought herself back to the present and answered with a gentle smile. "My name's Linsey Brooks." With a warm look and a playful glimmer in his eyes, he asked, "Would it be alright if I just called you Linsey?" Only a moment of uncertainty passed before she gave a nod. "That's fine with me." After their names were exchanged, her eyes drifted down to the shattered bowl on the floor.

He noticed where she was looking, and his demeanor shifted ever so slightly. In a gentle tone, he offered an apology. "I'm sorry about that. I got carried away and ended up breaking it. Please let me take care of it." "Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it," she said, kneeling to gather the broken shards. . . .