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.

thinking, saying that out loud? That was

deep down, she knew she

way just to urge Collin to look after

stretched, becoming almost palpable between them, she hesitated, her voice a mix of urgency and embarrassment. "I...

Collin felt an unfamiliar warmth blossoming

to this, concern for him was a

was always a cautious, distant kind, muted by their apprehension of his

But Linsey was different.

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

throat, catching him off-guard. It took every

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

the depth of the emotions veiled beneath that seemingly composed statement, his voice nearly faltering

Linsey sensed that once he made a promise, he would stand

her, and a smile began to dawn on

been at this all night, haven't you? You must be starving," she said, her tone light and caring. "What can I

eat? I'll whip something up right

in her tracks. He still clutched the necklace in his hand-the very piece

thoughts even during the whirlwind of his work. "Come here," he murmured

a quick glance at his wheelchair, assuming he needed assistance with something minor.