Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 201: Thankfully, Linsey seemed to calm down during the drive.

The effects of the single drink quickly wore off, and her head soon drooped to the side as she succumbed to sleep.

Collin noticed Linsey's head drooping precariously close to the car window. He gently reached out and guided her head to rest comfortably against his chest.

Sound asleep, Linsey instinctively snuggled closer, finding a more comfortable position against him. A smile touched his lips as he reached for a blanket in the car and draped it over her, ensuring she stayed warm.

Soon, the car arrived at Vista Villa.

Seeing that no one was around, Collin took advantage of the quiet night and opted to leave his wheelchair in the car. He carefully lifted Linsey, carrying her bridal style from the car into the villa and all the way to her room.

Linsey remained fast asleep, but he moved with utmost care, cautious not to disturb her slumber.

Finally, he laid her gently on the bed and breathed a quiet sigh of relief. He carefully removed her coat and shoes, then tucked the blanket securely around her.

He lingered by the bed, watching her sleep for a few moments.

He couldn't help but smile again, a warmth spreading through him. He then turned to leave, his expression a mixture of tenderness and longing.

Suddenly, Linsey stirred, tugging at the collar of her clothes restlessly. "It's so hot…" she mumbled in her sleep.

Collin turned back to see her pulling at her collar, trying to loosen her clothes.

Her skin, usually concealed beneath her clothes, was now exposed to his gaze. Collin's eyes darkened, and his breath hitched.

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He inhaled deeply, returning to the bedside. Fighting back a surge of desire, he carefully adjusted the blanket to cover her properly.

"Stay still, okay?" he murmured softly.

Linsey's eyes fluttered open, her gaze hazy. She reached out, grasping his hand on the blanket, and whispered, "Don't go…"

He gazed intently at her face, flushed from the alcohol, her sweet scent filling his senses.

"What was that?" he asked, his voice a low, tender rumble, as if afraid to startle her.

Linsey's eyes, though clouded with alcohol, remained fixed on Collin. She whispered, her voice soft, "Don't leave. Stay with me."

Her words ignited a spark in Collin, a mixture of desire and frustration.

His eyes narrowed, and his voice was low and husky when he spoke.

"Linsey, do you even realize what you're saying?"

He caught her wrist, his fingers brushing against her soft skin. "Stop this. You're not thinking straight."

Linsey, still under the influence, paused for a moment, her brow furrowed as if trying to decipher his words.

Then, with a serious expression, she declared, "I'm perfectly sober."

Collin's breath hitched. He lowered his gaze and gently caressed her cheek, his palm warm against her skin.

"Linsey, tell me, who am I?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. The moment the question left his lips, Collin's heart pounded with anxiety.

For a terrifying second, he feared she might utter another man's name.

Collin didn't want to think about what he would do if she did.

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