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 out a gentle chuckle. His face showed a mix of fondness and resignation as he shook his head and

the day's relentless demands, Linsey finally succumbed to the comfort of her

folds of the blanket, a subtle scent, unmistakably Collin's, enveloped her, soothing

frazzled nerves.

grew heavy, her breaths deepened, and soon, she was lost in the

of the room, Collin remained awake. Seated

a pair of lamps casting a warm, amber glow over his solitary

had drifted off, he moved with deliberate quietness,

eyes, however, frequently strayed from the documents before him to the serene figure

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a soft curve under

the simple reality of her presence was

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

shifted restlessly, the blanket slipping away. Noticing this, Collin abandoned his papers and rolled his

in her pained expression-eyes squeezed shut, features contorted by

doubt about it-she was being haunted by something in

his heart, sinking deep. Tentatively, he reached out, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder

offer

clutched at his, gripping them tightly as she pleaded in a hoarse whisper, "Don't leave me... Please, stay

across his eyes