Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After (Linsey)

Chapter 7

Chapter 7 May I Use The

Kitchen

Linsey had just finished unbuttoning Collin's shirt and was about to reach for his belt when his expression suddenly

hardened.

His grip closed around her wrist in a flash, his voice sharp and unwavering. "That's enough. Get out."

If she went any further, he wasn't sure he could control himself.

Linsey blinked, thrown off by the abrupt shift. "What?"

Collin didn't bother explaining. Instead, he called out, his tone clipped, "Prepare the room next door for her."

"Yes, Mr. Riley."

Without another word, he pushed Linsey toward the doorway and shut the door behind her with a resolute thud. Her

suitcase, still untouched, sat abandoned in the hallway.

The echo of the door slamming reverberated down the corridor, leaving Linsey completely stunned.

"What is wrong

with him?" She turned to the butler, confusion laced in her voice. "Why did he just snap like that?"

The butler's voice remained calm, almost practiced. "Mrs. Riley, Mr. Riley has always been unpredictable. Now that you're

staying here, it's best to get used to it. After all, he..."

His words trailed off, but Linsey didn't need him to finish. The pieces were already falling into place.

Collin, despite his young age, was confined to a wheelchair, cast aside by his own family. It was no wonder he carried so

much frustration.

No wonder he kept pressing her about what she thought of him. He had probably spent years drowning in his own insecurities.

The realization struck her hard, and sympathy settled heavily in her chest. He must have completely misunderstood her. She had to clear things up before he convinced himself that she saw him as less of a man,

Inside his room, Collin sat in his wheelchair, his jaw clenched as he struggled to steady his breath. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't calm down.

and entered the bathroom

him, dousing the fire raging inside. It took a long

a towel through his damp hair, still simmering with

his head around it. How could a single touch from

lose control like that?

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next morning, Linsey freshened up and had just finished

knock sounded

pulled it open to find the

finished getting ready, you're welcome to

a small nod. "Alright,

she shut the door, her thoughts drifted back

things up

be the perfect

when she arrived at the dining room, she found the table set with an

Collin.

hesitated, staring at

matter? Do the dishes not suit

her head. "No, that's not it. The food looks

she took a breath and

sighed, a hint of helplessness in his tone. “He's been in the study working since

disturb him."

added, his voice edged with concern. "He has a chronic stomach

to cat, there's not much

when she looked up, she caught the butler watching her with a hopeful

Collin, maybe she could. As his wife, their relationship

equals.

gnawed at her. Breakfast was important-it set the

to him,"

he

it."

her brows knitting

his sudden change in demeanor last night, she wasn't entirely convinced.

perfect chance. Maybe preparing something for Collin to

the tension.

the kitchen?" she