Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After (Linsey)

Chapter 88

Chapter 88 Collin Won't Get Away With This

Collin chuckled softly, his gaze lingering on Linsey, warmth flickering behind his usually indifferent eyes.

"You don't need to bother with people like that anymore," he murmured. "Huntley and Fernanda are not worth your time. And honestly, they're not worth dirtying your hands over. No matter what happens, I'll always protect you."

But Linsey met his gaze, unwavering. "It shouldn't just be you," she said, her voice steady, conviction clear. "We're in this

together. That's what marriage is, right?"

A playful glint danced in her eyes as she arched a brow. "And besides, do you really think I was scared of them? Please. Not

even a little."

She smirked. "I stood up for you. Put them in their place. Bet that drove those bullies mad."

Collin blinked, momentarily caught off guard.

Never in his life had he expected to be the one protected-let alone by a woman.

Something unfamiliar stirred inside him, warmth slipping through the cracks of a heart he had long believed was immune to such things. He couldn't explain it, but today, again and again, Linsey had reignited something in him, something he thought had burned out long ago.

He drew in a slow breath, pushing down the emotion threatening to surface. Instead, he simply said, "Alright."

But deep down, he made a silent vow-no matter what it took, no matter the cost, he would shield Linsey from harm. She would never have to fight alone.

Collin left, the once-lively birthday banquet unraveled into an awkward, hasty conclusion. Conversations fizzled out, guests exchanged uneasy glances,

wails echoed through

much damage could Collin-a man bound by

her son well. Huntley had been coddled from the moment he could walk, turning even the smallest discomfort into an earth-shattering ordeal. She figured this

doctor's expression darkened

the force

widened in disbelief. "H-how is that possible?" she stammered, fingers clutching

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wail, his face contorted in agony. "That bastard Collin! I swear, I'll make him bleed

Huntley's hand in bandages,

something

Huntley snapped,

as he adjusted his grip, careful not to provoke

outburst.

dabbing his forehead with a handkerchief, her heart twisting at the sight of his pain. But as she watched him, a flicker of unease crossed her

thought of being nearly crippled-by Collin of

been nothing more than a worthless shadow in the Riley family, a burden Huntley

the rightful heir. He was the

always seen as beneath him? That was a disgrace Huntley

beneath the surface, his teeth clenched so tightly his jaw ached.

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