Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After (Linsey)

Chapter 1191:

Not for a second did Linsey buy his flimsy denial.

A retort was already forming on her lips when Collin chimed in, “Your room’s upstairs, second door on the left. Drop your suitcase off and come eat.”

Yesterday, she had been too unsettled by the thought of sharing a house with a stranger to touch her dinner, and this morning she had run out the door without so much as a bite. By now, hunger was definitely gnawing at her.

Instead of picking another fight, Linsey decided food came first. She grudgingly followed his directions and started dragging her suitcase toward the stairs.

There wasn’t much in the way of clothing packed, but the suitcase’s real weight came from a stash of secret weapons hidden inside.

Lugging the thing was no small feat—usually, even lifting a bucket of water was a challenge for her, and now she was wrestling an overloaded suitcase up a flight of stairs.

Stuck on the fourth step, Linsey planted her hands on her hips and puffed out a breath, calling out, “Collin—”

still comfortably

a

voice was cool,

an exasperated gesture, Linsey pointed to the suitcase by her side. “I can’t

as blink, the indifference clear

ask for his help. She swallowed hard, gathering her nerve. “Would you mind helping me carry

instantly, the easy charm of his smile momentarily throwing

next words, dripping with sarcasm, jolted her back to earth. “Seriously? You expect a man

begins with

nose, exasperated. Clearly, her

out a heavy sigh, resigned to do things

her breath, Linsey rubbed her hands together, squared her shoulders, and braced herself for the

began to

it to the next step, the wheels wobbled and caught on the edge. The metal handle slid out of her grip, and the heavy suitcase crashed down the stairs with a thunderous noise. Linsey barely