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.

stiff back, a silent testament to her stubbornness, Collin couldn't help but let

demands, Linsey finally succumbed to

of the blanket, a subtle scent,

frazzled nerves.

her breaths deepened, and soon, she was lost

Collin remained awake. Seated

of lamps casting a warm, amber glow

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

the documents before him to the serene figure on

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a soft curve under the blanket, stirred

the simple reality of

find someone sleeping

slipping away. Noticing this, Collin abandoned his papers and rolled his chair closer to the

paused, taking in her pained expression-eyes squeezed shut,

no doubt about it-she was

sinking deep. Tentatively, he reached out, his hand

silent offer

fingers clutched at his, gripping them tightly as

flickered across his eyes as he watched