Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After (Linsey)

Chapter 62

Chapter 62 Who Would Care About Me Anyway

Collin raised an eyebrow, caught slightly off guard. It was, as far as he could remember, the first time he had ever seen Linsey truly angry. For a split second, he was at a loss for words.

Linsey's voice broke through his haze of surprise, her tone laced with frustration and concern. "I know the debt is weighing on you, and you push yourself to the limit every day. But you can't keep this up-working late, skipping meals-it's taking a toll on you. You were up all night working in the study before, and last night was no different. If you don't slow down, your body won't be able to handle it much longer."

As her words sank in, Collin's realization dawned slowly.

He gently placed the velvet box he was holding on the table and averted his gaze, his voice steady yet distant. "I'm fine, Linsey. I know my limits."

Her anxiety spiked at his nonchalant dismissal.

"Collin, you think you're fine, but what about those who care about you? Can't you see the toll it's taking on them?"

He paused, a flicker of self-mockery shadowing his features. "Who would care about me anyway?"

Linsey blurted out, her tone firm, "I would!"

The room fell silent, charged with the weight of her words.

Collin turned to face her, his expression unreadable, eyes wide with a turbulent mix of shock and a dawning realization of something deeper, perhaps something unspoken until now.

The next second, her senses snapped back into focus, her cheeks blooming a vivid shade of red with sudden shyness.

hell was she thinking, saying that out loud? That was

knew she meant every

way just to urge Collin to look

the silence stretched, becoming almost palpable between them, she hesitated, her voice a mix of urgency and

unfamiliar warmth blossoming

concern for him was

household staff at Vista Villa expressed worry, but it was always a cautious, distant kind, muted by

But Linsey was different.

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didn't think little of him. Fearless and forthright, she was there, genuinely looking out

catching him off-guard. It took every ounce of his

a subdued tone, "I see. I promise to take better care

that seemingly composed statement,

Collin's eyes, Linsey sensed that once he made a

relief washed over her, and a

starving," she said, her tone light and caring. "What can I

eat? I'll whip something up

her in her tracks. He

the whirlwind of his work. "Come here,"

glance at his wheelchair, assuming he needed assistance with something