Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 824: Dustin's pulse quickened at her accusation. "I wouldn't!" he quickly replied. "Dolores, really, I wasn't going to." From her seat, Linsey looked up and interjected gently, "There's no need to inform Collin. He found out I was back the night of the banquet." Dustin turned to her, his surprise evident. "You were back that night?" It puzzled him that Collin, despite being aware of Linsey's return, had maintained his composure and hadn't mentioned it to him.

Collin had offered Dustin relationship advice, showing the same calm, professional demeanor, seemingly unaffected by Linsey's unexpected return. Dustin suddenly recalled how, just yesterday, Collin had taken him to the boxing gym, leaving him so beaten he nearly crawled back home. He now understood that Collin's aggressive sparring was likely an outlet for his frustrations. Dolores interrupted his thoughts with a sharp command. "What are you waiting for? Drive." "Right, sorry." Dustin snapped out of his reverie and started the engine.

Considering Linsey's return, Dustin felt Collin should now manage the situation himself. He caught a glimpse of Dolores leaning in to whisper to Linsey in the back seat. Dustin decided he had enough burdens of his own and couldn't invest more effort in assisting Collin. : ⳑν﹒ All he could do was silently wish Collin luck as he focused on the road ahead. Linsey, Dolores, and Dustin soon reached the restaurant. The place was packed. Linsey and Dolores scanned the room, barely spotting an empty seat. "So many people!" Dolores gasped. Dustin chuckled. "It's a new spot.

Everyone wants to try it." He looked at Linsey, then turned to Dolores, asking in a soft voice, "Do you want to sit outside or take a private room?" Dolores frowned slightly. "With this crowd, let's just grab whatever we can." She looked uneasy. Honestly, if she had known it would be this full, she might not have come. Waiting in line wasn't her idea of fun. Dustin noticed her hesitation. A confident smile lit up his face. "Don't worry. I made a reservation." Just then, a staff member approached with a polite smile. "Mr. Wade, both your outdoor table and private room are ready.

Where would you like to sit?" Dustin cleared his throat and looked at Dolores. "Your call. Where would you like to sit?" Dolores blinked in surprise. She hadn't expected him to plan ahead like this. . . .