Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 427: He bit his tongue for a moment but couldn't hold back. His voice turned sharp. "Isn't that what you were hoping for?"

Danny lowered his voice. "I honestly don't get it. Mr. Green is exceptional. Why does he insist on you? If anyone else had hurt him this badly, they'd be facing severe punishment by now. Yet, Mr. Green still favors you."

Linsey distinctly heard Danny grumbling about her and felt momentarily speechless.

It was true, though. She had caused the injury to Gorman's shoulder. A surge of guilt washed over her.

Just as she opened her mouth to speak, Danny turned abruptly and walked away, perhaps searching for another solution.

Limited by his position, he couldn't openly question his boss's orders, so despite his worries, there was nothing more he could do.

As she watched Danny walk away, Linsey realized that despite her earlier resolve to stay away from Gorman, she couldn't abandon him. The severity of Gorman's condition weighed heavily on her mind.

After a brief hesitation, Linsey stepped toward the door and knocked. When the sound of her knock faded, Gorman's angry voice thundered from inside. "Get lost! Stop bothering me!"

Linsey cleared her throat and stood firm. "Gorman, please calm down. Let me in to take care of your wound. If it's left untreated, it'll only get worse."

The room lapsed into silence.

Meanwhile, a hint of unease crept over Linsey.

Had Gorman collapsed from blood loss?

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Before she could speak, the door suddenly swung open, and she was yanked inside.

"Ah!" Linsey gasped, startled. She looked up, and her gaze fell onto Gorman's pale face.

He gripped her wrist tightly and pulled her so close it seemed as if he intended to kiss her.

Shocked, Linsey instinctively drew back from him.

As he saw Linsey resisting, Gorman's expression darkened. "Are you trying to run away again? Were you deceiving me earlier?"

With Gorman's hospital gown partly open, Linsey's hand pressed against his chest, unavoidably touching his bare skin.

"Let go of me," Linsey implored, her expression tense.

Gorman maintained his grip, his eyes locked on hers. "Tell me, are you planning to abandon treating my wound?"

"Of course not," Linsey answered, unwavering.

She straightened herself and shifted her attention to the wound on his shoulder. "You've just had stitches, and the anesthesia hasn't worn off completely. How did you even manage to get out of bed?"

Gorman flashed her a smug smile. "I'm not as frail as you think."

Linsey ignored his teasing and pressed firmly, "Get back in bed. I need to take care of your wound."

Whenever Linsey spoke politely, Gorman refused to listen. Yet now, as soon as her voice took on a hint of authority, he suddenly obeyed. Gorman raised an eyebrow, amused by her insistence. At last, he let go of her hand and returned to the bed.

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