Marrying a Secret Zillionaire: Happy ever after - Chapter 134

Chapter 134:

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When she emerged, freshly bathed, her eyes immediately found the large bed—and her heart skipped a beat. Should she lie down before Collin came back? Maybe then, she could sidestep the awkwardness that lingered between them.

Before she could settle on an answer, the door swung open with a quiet creak. Collin wheeled himself in, the sound of the door clicking shut behind him breaking the fragile stillness.

“Done with your shower?” Collin’s gaze flicked over her briefly, lingering on the soft, bear-print pajamas that seemed so out of place in the room. Then, without a trace of hesitation, he uttered the words that knocked her off balance.

“Take off your pajamas and lie down on the bed.”

Linsey’s eyes shot wide, her mind scrambling to catch up with the suddenness of it all.

She had steeled herself for this moment, prepared for the inevitable. But his bluntness still caught her off guard, sending a rush of heat to her cheeks.

They hadn’t been intimate on their wedding night. She had known that eventually, they would have sex.

But this? It was too fast. Too soon. She had just moved into his room—couldn’t they at least have waited a day or two?

Linsey’s heart raced, her voice trembling as she hesitated. “Does… does it really have to happen so quickly? I… I’m not ready yet.”

Collin’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, his tone laced with a hint of perplexity. “What exactly do you think you need to prepare for?”

Her cheeks flushed, a deep red blooming across her pale complexion. Linsey averted her gaze, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her pajama top as she whispered, “I’m still a virgin. Naturally, I need a moment to… to gather myself.”

Collin paused, his expression unreadable for a moment. As he observed her flustered and timid state, realization dawned on him about the misunderstanding. He struggled to keep his composure, but a soft chuckle escaped him, breaking through his usual restraint and filling the room with warmth.

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Linsey stared at him, her confusion turning to hurt. “Why are you laughing?” she demanded, her voice tinged with vulnerability. How could he find humor in her anxiety?

Collin quickly wiped the amusement from his face, though the glint in his eyes betrayed his lingering smile. He moved his wheelchair closer to her side of the bed, and with a gentle, almost teasing gesture, he lifted the tube of ointment for her to see. “Linsey, what on earth did you think was happening?” he asked softly, his voice still laced with light-hearted mischief. “I only needed you to take off your pajamas so I could apply this ointment.”

Linsey’s eyes widened in shock. The weight of her misunderstanding hit her all at once. Collin hadn’t meant any of it the way she’d thought.

The seconds stretched on as her face turned an even deeper shade of crimson, giving her an unexpectedly charming, albeit mortified, look.

Collin watched her, captivated by her flustered demeanor. His resistance melted, and he couldn’t help but chuckle softly, the mischievous glint in his eyes softening.

Linsey, thoroughly embarrassed, wished she could just disappear. Why did she always manage to make a fool of herself when Collin was around?

Her cheeks burned with shame, but it didn’t take long for irritation to surface. With a huff, she marched over to him, clamped her hand over his mouth, and glared.

“Collin, enough already!” Though she tried to sound stern, to Collin, she looked more like a feisty kitten trying to roar. Her earnest attempt at seriousness only made her more endearing.

Still chuckling, he caught her hand and gently pulled her into his lap with a playful tug.

“Linsey, are you really this eager to have sex with me?” he teased, his voice a mix of mischief and surprise.

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