Marrying a Secret Zillionaire: Happy ever after - Chapter 155

Chapter 155:

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“Collin, weren’t you the one who used to avoid doctors and treat your own injuries? Now you can’t even handle something this minor? You had to call me in for this?” Dominic questioned.

Linsey blinked in surprise and instinctively asked, “Does he get injured often?”

“Dominic,” Collin said, his brows furrowed in a silent warning.

Realizing he had revealed too much, Dominic quickly cleared his throat and changed the subject. “Forget what I said,” he deflected. “It looks serious. Let’s get an X-ray done first.”

“But…” Linsey wanted to ask more, but seeing Collin’s stern expression, she decided against it and nodded obediently.

Luckily, Linsey’s injury wasn’t serious. After a brief examination, Dominic concluded, “Don’t worry, it’s nothing too severe. Just apply the medication on time, and try to rest more for the next couple of days.”

Linsey sighed in relief. She knew it wasn’t a big deal.

“Thank you, Dr. Larson,” Linsey said softly.

Dominic handed the spray medication to Collin. “She’s yours to look after now,” he said. “I’ll head out now.”

With that, Dominic turned and departed, quietly closing the hospital room door behind him. He further instructed the hospital staff to refrain from unnecessary interruptions. After all, they were a newly married couple.

A bit of privacy would undoubtedly benefit their budding relationship. Once Dominic had departed, Collin maneuvered his wheelchair closer to Linsey.

Without a word, he bent down, gently lifted her injured foot, and carefully placed it on his lap.

Linsey instinctively recoiled, feeling a touch of embarrassment. Collin firmly but gently held her leg in place and said in a low, commanding tone, “Hold still.”

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The firmness in his voice caused Linsey to still. She nodded meekly, deciding acquiescence was the best course of action.

Very well, she would remain still.

Collin’s brow furrowed as he examined her swollen ankle. He picked up the medicated spray and gently applied it to the affected area.

The cool, medicated spray, with its sharp, medicinal scent, stung slightly upon contact with her skin, sending a jolt of sensation through her ankle.

Linsey bit her lip, attempting to suppress the discomfort.

“Does it cause you pain?” Collin inquired, his voice even.

Linsey offered a strained smile and replied, “No, not at all.”

Collin offered no response. He continued to administer the medication with meticulous attention.

As the spray penetrated her injured tissue, the pain intensified. Finally, Linsey’s composure faltered, and she trembled slightly as she whispered, “Collin, perhaps a touch more gently?”

As he heard the pain in her voice, Collin’s expression softened momentarily.

The mere thought of Linsey being harmed again ignited a fierce surge of frustration within Collin.

He inhaled deeply, suppressing the urge to unleash his anger, and gentled his touch as much as he could. Once he finished tending to her injury, he carefully placed her foot back on the floor.

With her injury tended to, they both returned to Vista Villa. Linsey settled onto the bed, wanting to speak to Collin, but he preempted her.

“Rest up. I have some business to handle,” he said.

With that, Collin wheeled himself out of the room, worried that if he remained any longer, his barely contained fury might scare Linsey.

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