Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 269: "Collin, just be quiet," she instructed, pressing her finger against his lips to silence further discussion. "You just need to follow my lead from here."

Decidedly, Linsey wanted to demonstrate that their last moment of intimacy was more than just a fluke fueled by alcohol.

She was genuinely fond of him and eager to bridge the gap between them. Collin caught his breath, a quiet "okay" escaping his lips.

Eventually, Linsey was so exhausted that she fell into a deep sleep, collapsing in Collin's arms as her consciousness faded away. Collin held her close, striving to regulate his own breathing.

Once he was certain Linsey was asleep, he carefully stood up from his wheelchair. He cradled her gently and placed her on the bed, taking care to tuck her in with tenderness.

Sitting beside the bed, Collin softly stroked Linsey's sweaty, tangled hair.

His thoughts churned as he reflected on the recent events.

Linsey's bold move had not quenched his desire; rather, it had magnified the longing within him.

He had to maintain the pretense of his disability in Linsey's presence, which meant letting her lead while he restrained his own impulses.

With a resigned sigh, Collin acknowledged that his only immediate relief was a cold shower.

In all his twenty-some years, Collin had never felt so unsettled.

He mused that if Dustin ever discovered what had occurred, he would likely tease him for years to come.

After his cold shower, Collin felt his restlessness abate.

He lay down quietly beside Linsey.

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Just then, Linsey murmured in her sleep, "Mmm, cold."

Collin paused, then without hesitation, drew Linsey close into his arms, wrapping the blanket tightly around them.

Instinctively, Linsey snuggled into Collin's broad chest and settled back into a peaceful slumber.

Collin watched over Linsey's sleeping face, his longing to stand strong before her growing even more.

He yearned to hold her openly, to offer her a sense of complete security.

However, danger still loomed around them.

To protect Linsey, he could not afford any rash actions.

Collin tightened his embrace, silently vowing to clear all hurdles swiftly.

No matter what, he had to find that woman before Gorman could.

Elsewhere, a tall, handsome man stood on the balcony of a luxurious villa, his gaze lost in the distance, stirred by deep emotions.

He slowly lowered his head to gaze at the butterfly pendant in his hand, his warm fingertips gently tracing its contours.

This man was Gorman, the very person who had Collin on high alert.

In this moment, Gorman held the butterfly pendant in his hand, his features softening into an unusual gentleness.

Memories flooded his thoughts, replaying a sequence he had envisioned countless times before.

It was during a perilous time when he was pursued by enemies, narrowly escaping with his life. Wounded and teetering on the edge of collapse, he found refuge in a quaint fishing village.

As his blood loss worsened, Gorman's consciousness began to wane. He found himself collapsing weakly on the beach, where the waves gently washed over him, sweeping away the traces of crimson.

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