Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 147: Dinner concluded shortly thereafter.

Linsey accompanied Dolores to her car, parked in the open area in front of the villa.

In contrast to her initial arrival, Dolores now appeared to have completely abandoned her quest to find flaws in Collin.

"Linsey, it seems you've truly married an exceptional man. I've never encountered someone as thoughtful and considerate as Collin. If this is all an act… well, I'd be thoroughly impressed," she confessed with genuine admiration. Linsey couldn't suppress a laugh. "Don't worry. Collin wouldn't bother putting on an act for someone like me. That would require far too much effort. Even I'm surprised by the things he has done."

Witnessing the genuine happiness radiating from Linsey's face, Dolores felt a surge of relief. Reaching out, she gently patted Linsey's cheek. "Promise me," she pleaded. "If anything happens, you'll tell me immediately, alright?"

"Alright," Linsey responded dutifully.

Content with Linsey's assurance, Dolores finally settled into her car and drove off.

Turning back towards the villa, Linsey spotted Collin at the door. She hurried over to him and said with concern, "It's cold out here-come inside before you catch a chill."

Linsey strode over to Collin's wheelchair and, with a gentle but firm hand, propelled him into the room.

"Hey now," Collin chuckled. "I'm not completely helpless, you know."

Linsey's smile faded. "Collin, I spoke with Dr. Larson today about your legs. He's optimistic about your chances for recovery. You promised you'd prioritize your health, and I'm holding you to that. No more excuses. Your well-being isn't just about you anymore."

Collin's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "And why is that?" he inquired, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

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"Because as your wife," Linsey stated matter-of-factly, "your health is my concern. Neglecting it is tantamount to neglecting me."

A deep chuckle rumbled in Collin's chest. "Well then, I suppose you'll have to take extra good care of me, won't you?"

After a beat, he asked, "So, what else did Dominic have to say?"

Linsey's thoughts immediately flew to the stack of massage therapy books she had brought home. "Dr. Larson recommended regular massage for your legs," she explained. "So, I spent the entire afternoon at the library, immersing myself in the world of massage therapy. I'm practically a professional now."

"So," she continued, her smile widening, "how about I give it a shot? I promise I'll be gentle. Trust me!"

Collin's eyes softened as he listened to Linsey's enthusiastic proposal. He hadn't expected her to go to such lengths, spending an entire day researching massage techniques.

After a thoughtful pause, he said, "Linsey, you were just discharged from the hospital yourself. You need to rest, not exert yourself. Let's save the massage for another time and get some sleep."

"But I've been home for two days now," she countered gently. "I'm feeling much better. It's just a massage. It won't tire me out." Linsey was determined to help Collin walk again, and she knew that every moment counted.

The sooner they started, the sooner he could be free of the wheelchair.

A thoughtful expression crossed Collin's face. "You know, you've done so much for me. I feel like I should do something for you in return. Instead of you massaging me, why don't I give you a massage? You can take this opportunity to relax."

Linsey was surprised by his suggestion and couldn't help but steal a glance at his handsome face. "You know how to give a massage?" she asked, her voice laced with disbelief.

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