Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After (Linsey)

Chapter 117

Chapter 117 Don't Leave

Me

Collin inhaled sharply, reining in the unruly impulse that threatened to break his composure.

With an earnest expression, he reassured Linsey, "Your injuries are still mending. Believe me, I'm not some beast devoid of restraint. I'll keep my hands to myself."

After a brief pause, he eased his grip just a little and chuckled lightly. "So, what's it gonna be? My lap or the bed while I rub this ointment on you?"

Startled from her reverie, Linsey quickly scrambled off his lap and turned her back to him, opting for the safety of the bed. She felt her cheeks warm with a fierce blush as she silently removed her pajama top and lay facedown, trying to calm the pounding in her chest.

The subtle sound of Collin's wheelchair approached, the quiet rumble a sharp contrast to the silent tension hanging in the

air.

Linsey couldn't see his expression, her focus entirely on the chilling sensation of the ointment as he gently applied it with a cotton swab to the healing wounds on her back.

The room was enveloped in a hushed stillness, broken only by the occasional soft clink of the ointment jar.

Soon, Collin finished his gentle tending.

As he capped the ointment, he advised softly, "Put your top back on. Don't risk a chill. Try to get some rest early tonight." Linsey responded only with silence, swiftly pulling her pajama top over her head and burrowing under the blanket without

a backward glance.

not ready to talk to him. Observing her stiff back, a silent testament to her stubbornness, Collin couldn't help but let out a gentle chuckle. His face showed a mix of fondness and resignation as he shook his head and turned his wheelchair

demands, Linsey finally

nestled her face into the soft folds of the blanket, a subtle scent, unmistakably Collin's,

frazzled nerves.

heavy, her breaths deepened, and soon,

awake. Seated at a desk cluttered with documents,

pair of lamps casting a warm, amber glow over

had drifted off, he moved with deliberate quietness, the rustle of

the documents before him to the serene figure

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silhouette a soft curve under the

nights of solitude, the simple reality

things, he hadn't expected to find someone sleeping so calmly this

on, Linsey shifted restlessly, the blanket slipping away. Noticing this, Collin abandoned his papers and rolled his chair closer to

he paused, taking in her pained expression-eyes squeezed shut, features contorted

There was no doubt about it-she was being

his heart, sinking deep. Tentatively, he

offer of

his, gripping them tightly as she pleaded in a hoarse

flickered across his eyes as he