Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 1373: Collin blinked, confused. "Hide what?" "That you like her." Her answer was firm. Seeing him about to deny it, she quickly added, "Don't even try. Otherwise, why would you let her scold you without fighting back?" "I just didn't want to argue," Collin replied helplessly. But Ivy wasn't buying it. "Then why did you utter her name in your sleep?" Collin fell quiet. He hadn't rested much on the way back, too worried about his grandmother's condition. Only after knowing she was safe did he finally drift off-straight into a dream. Linsey had been there.

The details were hazy, but he remembered her being in danger and his voice calling out for her. At first, he thought it was only in his dream, but his grandmother's reminder proved otherwise. Dreaming of her was one thing. Worrying for her that deeply was something he couldn't quite explain. Ivy, ever eager to see him married, latched onto the name immediately. She had already grilled him in the hospital, and when he couldn't take any more questions, he escaped for air-only to run into Linsey again. Now, while Collin sat lost in thought, frowning slightly, Ivy's curiosity flared up again.

"That girl's name is Linsey, isn't it? How did you meet? Tell me everything. She's such a treasure. You should act fast before someone else does. This year would be perfect for a wedding, don't you think?" Collin sighed at her eager smile. "I don't like her, Grandma. Please stop trying to match us." Explore the world of fiction at gⱯlnσνℓs․com Her smile vanished, and she clutched her chest dramatically. "You'll be the end of me." She had just undergone surgery, and the doctors had warned against upsetting her. Collin rubbed his temples and gave in. "Alright, I was wrong. I like her... a lot.

I just haven't said anything." Her pain vanished in an instant, replaced by a triumphant grin. "I knew it! You just didn't want to admit it." "Mm," he muttered, admitting defeat. "You can't keep holding back. Ask her out. Take her shopping. Buy her flowers. Treat her to nice dinners. The more time you spend together, the more she'll like you." "Alright." Collin agreed out loud but didn't mean it. Steering his wheelchair closer, he changed the subject. "The doctor said you need rest.

Let's get you back to your room." "Okay." Ivy, delighted to see even a hint of progress in her grandson's love life, returned to the ward with a spring in her step. Meanwhile, in Dolores' room, Linsey rushed over the moment she arrived, her first question about her friend's health. When she learned Dolores had gone through surgery alone, her chest tightened. Her eyes grew red with both worry and hurt. "Why didn't you tell me something so important?" . . .