Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After (Linsey)

Chapter 1190:

Felix’s desperate plea for help echoed in her ears, the weight of it making it hard to breathe. Determined to endure, Linsey told herself she could put up with anything—just until Felix’s crisis passed. Once his company was safe, she would break free of Collin for good.

Clinging to that thought, she steadied herself and reached once more for the bell.

Before she could touch it, the door swung open on its own.

“Ah!” The sudden movement made her jump, the suitcase nearly slipping from her grasp.

“Lingering outside—what are you up to, casing the place for a heist?” Collin’s voice drifted out, laced with dry humor as he rolled into view.

Yesterday’s formal wedding attire had vanished. Instead, he wore comfortable loungewear that softened his appearance, trading sharp edges for a relaxed, understated charisma.

When she saw Collin at the doorway, Linsey’s gaze sharpened, wary and guarded.

His teasing didn’t go unanswered. “Who’s the thief here? Not me,” she retorted.

tone even. “If that’s true, why’d you linger

opened her mouth to fire off another retort, but her thoughts snagged on something unspoken, and the

a glare, putting on her fiercest face as she snapped, “Stealing from you would be letting you off

no matter how hard she tried, her gentle features just made the threat look more adorable than menacing—a kitten baring

at her luggage. “Is that so? You’ll need a stockpile, then. I’ve got nine lives, and I don’t go down easy. But if I ever do, you can be sure I’ll be dragging you with

her

as he turned back, his voice casual. “Feel free to roll your suitcase in, even if

of stories:

a steadying breath, Linsey made up her mind to let his nonsense slide—it was too early in the day to be rattled by him. A silent pep talk helped her swallow the annoyance as

stepped past the doorway, her eyes widened at the villa’s stunning

stretched out before her, every inch dripping with opulence. The brilliance of the crystal chandelier, elaborate carvings on the walls,

go of her suitcase, Linsey

laugh. “What’s this? First

her sharp ears, and she spun