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—”

didn’t move an inch, still comfortably settled in his

call finally drew his gaze, and for a moment, their eyes locked from

was cool,

to the suitcase by her side. “I can’t carry

didn’t so much as blink, the

and would have to ask for his help. She swallowed hard, gathering her nerve. “Would you mind

easy charm of his smile momentarily

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

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her nose, exasperated. Clearly, her earlier anger had made her forget about his

she muttered, letting out a heavy

her shoulders, and braced herself for the lift—determined as any Olympic

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slid out of her grip, and the