Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After (Linsey)

Chapter 6

Chapter 6 Help Me Bathe

Linsey instinctively wanted to refuse. Ever since she and Felix had started dating, he had subtly pushed for more intimacy.

But Linsey had always imagined saving that part of herself for her wedding night, sharing her first time with her husband. So far, her relationship with Felix had been about gentle touches-hand-holding, hugs, nothing more.

But now, she barely knew Collin. They had only met once, and now she was expected to share a bed with him? It was all happening too fast for her to process.

Collin, however, seemed unfazed by her stunned expression. His tone was even, almost detached, as he said, "We're married. Isn't it natural for us to sleep together?"

He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied her. Then, without warning, he added, "Or... do you feel uncomfortable because I'm disabled?"

Linsey was ready to explain, but before she could say a word, she caught the fleeting shadow of self-mockery crossing his face.

"Apologies," he murmured, his voice suddenly thick with bitterness. "Of course, no one would accept a disabled husband."

Linsey's heart clenched, and she quickly cut him off, her voice urgent. "No, no! I don't feel that way at all!"

She took a steadying breath, her tone firm with a trace of resolve. "We're married now. Sharing a bed is what married couples do. I'm cool with that."

Still, the thought of being so close to someone she barely knew made a wave of unease settle in her chest.

now. She would just

unreadable as he gave a slight nod. After a beat, he spoke again, his voice softening. "It's getting

stomach churned. "That's fine.

physical condition, I've always had the house staff help me with

wheeled himself

froze, confusion rippling through

smooth motion. Then he turned to face her, his gaze unflinching.

went dry.

almost teasing. "By helping

she swallowed hard, forcing herself to step forward, her nerves tightening

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him, silently reminding herself that, regardless of how unfamiliar or uncomfortable this moment was,

them into fists, then slowly extended

tiny, delicately designed, and her palms were slick with nervous sweat. No matter how hard

a mind of their own, slipping over the first button again and

in his eyes