Marrying a Secret Zillionaire: Happy ever after - Chapter 230

Chapter 230:

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“Sorry.” Collin exhaled, his face tinged with regret. He didn’t dare glance at his mother’s photo; guilt lingered in his chest.

When did he start acting so recklessly?

After a few moments of quiet reflection, Linsey and Collin finally said their goodbyes to his mother. They carefully tidied up the gravesite and headed back to the car.

Linsey gently removed the flower wreath from her head, her fingers tracing the delicate petals. She smiled softly at Collin. “This flower wreath you made is really beautiful. I’m planning to keep it when we get back and put it in water. It should last a few more days, right?”

Collin raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “It’s just a flower wreath. I’ll give you more gifts in the future. No need to cling to this one.” His voice softened, almost teasing. “Besides, I love seeing you with my gifts.”

Linsey, caught off guard by his gaze, quickly thought about the expensive necklace he had gifted her not long ago.

It felt too extravagant, so she had tucked it away.

But since Collin mentioned it, maybe she would start wearing it more often—just hiding it under her clothes for now.

Lost in thought, she suddenly felt the weight of Collin’s intense gaze on her.

She instinctively reached up to touch her face, a little flustered. “What’s wrong? Did I get some dust on my face?”

He replied with a smirk, “A little.” Then, without warning, he raised the partition in the car, his voice softening. “Let me wipe it for you.”

Linsey, still processing his words, tilted her head up slightly, allowing him to gently brush his fingertips over her cheek.

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He studied her face intently, his fingertips brushing her cheek with gentle pressure, the faint calluses on his skin sending a shiver through her.

A small itch crawled beneath her skin, and she instinctively pulled back, but his grip on her waist held her firmly in place.

Her gaze flickered nervously, and her breath caught when she felt his fingers graze her lips, sending a rush of warmth through her.

“Is it OK now?” His voice was soft, like a whisper, but it held a quiet insistence.

For a brief moment, she was stunned, her mind struggling to catch up with the surge of emotions.

Then it hit her—he had raised the partition, and in the cemetery, he had wanted to kiss her…

And now, even here, he was still thinking about it.

“Collin!” she burst out, her voice a mix of disbelief and playful accusation. “You’re acting like a lecher now!”

Collin’s face remained as composed as ever. He met her gaze with steady calmness, his voice unwavering. “Linsey, I’m a man, just like any other. It’s only natural to feel… certain things for the woman I care about.”

He paused, the space between them narrowing as he leaned in a fraction closer. “Don’t you feel the same when you’re near me?”

Her pulse quickened as she felt the warmth of his breath, her face flushing a deep shade of red.

Of course, she had reactions—strong ones—but that wasn’t something she could admit so easily.

She took a slow, steadying breath, closing her eyes for a brief moment as the flutter of her trembling lashes gave away her nervousness. Collin’s hand pressed lightly against her waist, and with a soft, teasing smile, he tilted his head, just inches from her lips.

But just as their lips were about to meet, the shrill ring of a phone shattered the silence, cutting through the tension like a cold wind.

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