Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 137: Yet, as she extended her hand, a husky voice halted her in her tracks. "What are you doing?" he murmured, his tone a blend of curiosity and amusement.

Turning back, she found herself caught in his deep, penetrating gaze, sending an inexplicable shiver cascading down her spine.

"The… the phone is buzzing," she stammered, her voice faltering as she hastily retreated to her own side of the bed.

However, before she could put any real distance between them, he pressed his hand firmly against her lower back, drawing her back against his chest with a possessive tightness. He inhaled deeply, his breath warm on her neck, his voice even raspier as he commanded, "Don't move." Frozen, she dared not twitch a muscle. A mixture of disbelief and surprise flickered in her wide, glistening eyes. Trapped in his embrace, she was keenly aware of his body's reaction pressing against her.

Wait… The moment she registered the nature of his pressing urgency, her cheeks burned with a fierce blush. She remained motionless.

Collin held her gaze for a charged moment before finally grabbing the phone, his movements fluid and decisive.

His subordinate's voice crackled through the speaker. "Mr. Riley, there's an urgent meeting this morning."

"Got it," Collin responded, his voice a low, steady hum. "I'll be there shortly."

Despite the calm in his voice, his embrace tightened around Linsey, betraying his inner turmoil with an intense, almost overpowering closeness.

After he hung up, he shifted his gaze back to her, his expression softening as he looked down at her, still nestled against him. "I need to take care of something today. Why don't you stay home and relax?"

She blinked up at him, confusion clouding her features. "But it's the weekend. Do you really have to leave so early? Is it that urgent?"

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"Yes," he replied, his voice firm, yet his arms remained wrapped around her, holding her close as if he couldn't bear to let go.

She bit her lip, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face. "So… what about now?" Her eyes darted downward, her question hanging heavily in the air between them.

Collin was silent for a heartbeat, then replied, "I'll manage. A cold shower should do the trick."

He started to shift, gently easing her aside as he made to sit up. Linsey's eyes widened in concern. The morning air was biting-what if he ended up catching a cold from that icy water?

As he moved towards his wheelchair, she reached out impulsively, her fingers brushing his. "Wait."

He paused, turning to face her, his expression inquiring.

Taking a deep breath, she mustered her courage. "I'm your wife, Collin. It's only natural for us to be close. You don't have to keep your distance… I can help you." Her voice was soft.

Collin's gaze darkened in an instant, a surge of longing flickering beneath the surface like smoldering embers.

"Linsey, do you truly understand what you're saying?" he asked.

After voicing her thoughts, Linsey felt a wave of relief wash over her. She steadied herself, her expression calm as she responded, "I'm your wife. It's only natural I want to be here for you, isn't it?"

There was something in her words, a quiet yearning for connection, that stirred within her as well.

Collin studied her, his eyes searching, his voice softer than before. "Are you sure? I won't ask you for anything you're not ready for."

Linsey's cheeks flushed, but she stood firm, her resolve clear. "Yes, I'm sure. And I won't look back."

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