Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 318: Her voice, soft yet clear, began to weave through the darkness. "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you…" Her song, gentle and heartfelt, perfectly capped the magical evening.

Positioned in his wheelchair, Collin observed Linsey as she walked towards him, his eyes alight with a warm glow. The candlelight danced across her features, casting a serene glow that touched the depths of his soul.

"Go on, Collin, make a wish!" Linsey urged, her voice gentle as she placed the cake before him on the cart.

As Collin's gaze lingered on the cake, Linsey flushed with a mix of pride and embarrassment. "I made it myself. It may not have the finesse of a bakery cake, but I promise it tastes just fine," she said. Emotion shimmered in Collin's eyes. He looked up at her, his voice slightly hoarse with suppressed emotions. "When did you find the time to do this? I had no clue."

Linsey let out a soft laugh, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, it wouldn't be a surprise if you knew, would it?"

A wave of warmth surged through Collin's heart. He reached out, extending his hand towards her.

With a shy smile, Linsey stepped closer and slipped her hand into his.

Their friends, witnessing the tender moment, burst into cheers and laughter.

"Thank you, Linsey," Collin whispered, his gratitude evident in his hushed tone.

Dustin let out a chuckle, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Come on, Linsey, don't sell yourself short. Your cake is incredible-easily rivals anything those fancy bakers whip up!"

As the candles flickered, Collin closed his eyes and made a silent wish, and after a gentle nudge, Linsey did the same.

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The moment they blew out the candles, the villa burst back into life, awash with radiant light.

Laughter and smiles bathed every face as they shared the cake, their celebration simple but filled with warmth and cheer.

As dusk draped the sky in a velvet cloak, Ella, in her later years, bid her farewells early and departed.

The evening was winding down, and the group was poised to disperse when Dustin, caught up in the night's magic, proposed a detour.

"It's still early. Why don't we check out a bar for some extra fun?" he suggested.

Collin was quick to refuse.

"No, it's not a good idea. Linsey doesn't drink."

Yet, Dustin wasn't one to relent so easily.

"We don't have to drink to have a good time-bars have more to offer than just alcohol."

He turned his gaze to Linsey, his voice full of encouragement.

"I bet you haven't experienced many bars. They're vibrant, full of life! Don't worry, it's my place, perfectly safe, and we're all here with you."

Linsey's hesitation melted into a playful grin as she turned to Collin.

"I want to go, Collin."

Collin exhaled deeply, his head drooping slightly as a gesture of resignation.

"Alright, if you're set on going, then let's go," he conceded in a reluctant tone.

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