Marrying a Secret Zillionaire: Happy ever after - Chapter 207

Chapter 207:

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With that declaration, she turned and stormed off.

But the moment she turned away, she winced.

“Damn it,” she muttered under her breath. “It hurts again.” Why did she feel like she had run a marathon?

Collin, still seated at the table, chuckled. He subtly gestured to one of his subordinates.

“Follow her,” he instructed. “If she refuses the ride, tell her that if she doesn’t get in the car, I’ll fire you.”

“Understood, Mr. Riley,” the subordinate replied.

A few nearby maids exchanged confused glances and began whispering amongst themselves.

“What’s with them this morning? Something’s off.”

“Mrs. Riley seems upset.”

“And look, Mr. Riley’s mouth is hurt. We don’t have any cats, do we?”

“Could it be… Mrs. Riley bit him?”

“Oh my gosh, did they have a fight?”

An older maid, overhearing the whispers, chuckled knowingly. “Alright, alright, stop with the gossip,” she said. “You don’t understand. This is a good thing.”

“A good thing?” the others echoed, confused.

The older maid winked. “Just wait. It won’t be long before we have little ones running around here.”

“Little ones? Oh…”

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It only took a few seconds for the younger maids to understand, their faces lighting up with realization.

“So Mr. and Mrs. Riley were…”

The older maid just smiled knowingly.

The younger maids giggled excitedly. “I hope they’re always this happy.”

“They will be!”

As soon as Linsey walked into the office, a few colleagues gathered around to greet her. “Good morning, Linsey!”

“Hey, why did you leave the dinner so suddenly last night? You didn’t even say goodbye.”

“Yeah! We had to ask the waiter what happened. He told us someone picked you up. For a moment, we thought you’d gone missing!”

Linsey opened her mouth, ready to apologize. “Sorry, I had a little too much to drink last night and wasn’t fully aware of what was happening. Totally forgot to let you guys know.”

One of her colleagues sighed. “Guess you really can’t handle your liquor, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Linsey admitted, sinking into her chair at her desk. She couldn’t shake the memory of the two times she had gotten drunk recently. The first time, she had accidentally upset Collin. The second… well, she had ended up having sex with him.

If she drank a third time, Linsey didn’t even want to think about what might happen. Alcohol always seemed to lead to trouble.

With a deep breath, she made a silent vow—never again would she drink recklessly.

Midway through the morning, Coen suddenly emerged from his office, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Everyone, we just landed a major client!” The office erupted in excitement, and one colleague leaned forward, eager for details. “Who’s the big client? Don’t leave us hanging, Coen!”

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