We will always try to update and open chapters as soon as possible every day. Thank you very much, readers, for always following the website!

Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After (Linsey)

Chapter 20
  • Background
    Font family
    Font size
    Line hieght
    Full frame
    No line breaks
  • Next Chapter

Chapter 20- Chapter 20 You're Hurting"Don't touch me," Collin warned, his voice low and tense. He grabbed Linsey by the collar and yanked her back into another chair.

In the process, her arm knocked against the wine glass in front of him.

The glass tipped over, and dark red wine spilled across his pristine white shirt, the stain spreading like ink on paper.

Linsey sat back, blinking at him, still dazed.

Collin inhaled sharply, his jaw tightening as he fought to maintain his composure- and suppress the heat stirring inside him. Turning to the side stiffly, he added, "Stay seated. Don't cany closer." The cold liquid seeped through his shirt, chilling his skin, though it did little to cool the fire burning within him.

Linsey suddenly pouted, her tone turning sharp. "What do you mean? You won't even letnear you? Is that really how you treat your wife?" Her righteous indignation left him momentarily speechless.

Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt

"We're married. Why should I stay away from you?" she continued, her eyelids growing heavier. "Your shirt is soaked in wine. You can't clean it yourself. Letbathe you." Ignoring the fact that they were still in the dining room, she reached out, fingers brushing against the fabric of his shirt as she attempted to remove it.

"Don't move!" he snapped, catching her wrist in a firm grip.

He was ready to scold her when he noticed the slight crease in her brow, her expression shifting with discomfort. "Collin... you're hurting me," she murmured softly.

At her words, his grip loosened instinctively. The moment he let go, she twisted free and, without hesitation, grabbed his collar with unexpected force, "Linsey!" Collin gritted his teeth, his voice sharp with frustration. Unable to tolerate it any longer, he struck the back of her neck with a swift, controlled blow, Already intoxicated, she had no resistance against his strength.

The next moment, her body slackened, and she began to collapse toward the floor.

With a cold, unreadable expression, Collin pushed himself up from his wheelchair, catching her effortlessly before she could hit the floor. Without hesitation, he carried her to her bedroom, his steps steady and sure.

She had been staying in this room for almost a month, and the moment he stepped inside, a soft, lingering fragrance wrapped around him.

0.0% 20:19 Chapter 20 You're HurtingHe paused, glancing down at the woman in his arms. Linsey was deep in sleep, her breaths even and slow. She was drunk, her clothes slightly askew, her flushed cheeks tinted with a delicate shade of pink.

Collin exhaled quietly, then gently laid her down on the bed.

As he withdrew his hands from beneath her, she suddenly murmured in her sleep and reached out, wrapping her arms around him sluggishly.

He froze. The warmth of her body pressed against him, her soft curves unmistakable beneath the thin fabric of her shirt.

Linsey, completely unaware of what she was doing, nuzzled her heated face against his chest, the coolness of his shirt offering her relief.

The material of his shirt was luxurious, tailored to perfection, yet at this moment, he realized even the finest fabric couldn't compare to the softness of her skin. Collin remained still, forced to sit stiffly at the edge of the bed.

Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm

His gaze drifted to her face, and despite himself, he found his focus lingering.

He had to admit-she was breathtaking. Her features were delicate and lively, effortlessly beautiful, even without a trace of makeup.

Linsey continued clinging to him, her lips slightly parted, the tip of her tongue barely visible.

As she shifted in her sleep, the distance between them disappeared, and he caught the faint, intoxicating scent of her breath a mix of sweetness and wine. His eyes darkened slightly. She was right. They were married.

There was no reason to push her away.

In fact, they could be even closer, just like this.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he leaned in, his gaze locked onto her lips, hovering just above them.