Marrying a Secret Zillionaire: Happy ever after - Chapter 138

Chapter 138:

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He took a steadying breath, then suddenly turned, moving with purpose. Before she could react, he gently pressed her back, his presence enveloping her, and a soft gasp escaped her lips.

His voice, low and intense, brushed against her ear. “I told you last night. I wouldn’t rush anything until you were fully healed. After all, I’m not some kind of monster.”

The memory of their misunderstanding last night flooded back, and a wave of embarrassment swept over her once again.

Then, with surprising tenderness, he cupped her cheek in his large hand, his touch warm against her skin.

“But now…” His voice deepened, and there was a hint of something unspoken. “I suppose I’ll have to break that promise.”

She lowered her gaze, her cheeks flushed with a soft, unmistakable shyness.

Collin watched her, his eyes lingering on her flustered expression. A strange sensation stirred deep within him.

Before long, their breaths came in sync, a quiet connection growing between them.

Linsey closed her eyes, and then, as if by instinct, she felt his long fingers gently threading through her hair, his touch tender and lingering.

The cool air outside blended with the warmth between them. Tentatively, Linsey reached out, her fingers brushing against him, only to pull back immediately, as if jolted by an electric shock.

A low, husky chuckle escaped him, his breath warm against her ear. The heat between them flared, undeterred, and her body instinctively curled in response to the intensity.

She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, anchoring herself to the overwhelming presence he exuded.

He quieted every sound she made, his entire being opening to her without hesitation.

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With a slow, careful motion, Linsey opened her misty eyes, brimming with unspoken emotion, and met his gaze.

His eyes, dark and intense, held her captive. The force of them quickened her heartbeat, making her feel as though she might be swept away by the storm brewing within him.

His low, breathy moans lingered in the air, making Linsey glance at her palm in confusion. The warmth there grew, gradually intensifying, until it felt as though she could barely control it.

She had expected everything to be over quickly, but it wasn’t until an hour had passed that she found herself pushing Collin’s wheelchair toward the car parked at the entrance of the villa.

For some reason—though she couldn’t tell if it was her imagination—she couldn’t shake the lingering sensation of warmth, her hands and arms still faintly tingling.

Later that day, when Collin arrived much later than usual, his assistant, noticing his condition, stepped forward with concern. “Mr. Riley, are you feeling alright? If you’re not up to it, we can always reschedule the meeting.”

Collin shot Linsey a look that was both knowing and satisfied, as if he had just indulged in the most exquisite meal.

“I wasn’t feeling my best earlier,” he said, his voice casual, almost nonchalant. “But my wife took good care of me.”

Linsey froze, her mind struggling to catch up with his words. Meanwhile, the assistant, clearly impressed, couldn’t help but comment, “Wow, Mrs. Riley, you really have a way with things. I had no idea you were also skilled in… healing.”

Whether or not Linsey was truly a doctor, the assistant couldn’t be sure. But one thing was undeniable—Collin’s admiration for her was unmistakable, and praising her was always a safe bet.

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