Marrying a Secret Zillionaire: Happy ever after - Chapter 362

Chapter 362:

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Relieved, Kane was the first to begin eating. His action prompted others, though with visible reluctance, to also start eating. The tension was palpable. A few were so jittery that their hands shook, causing one person to accidentally knock over a glass, shattering the silence with a crash.

“I’m so sorry!” exclaimed the person, rushing to clean the spill.

Linsey offered a soothing voice. “Don’t worry. Just ask the waiter for another glass.”

As the dinner concluded, Linsey, having satisfied her hunger, caught Collin’s attention as he watched her clean her face and hands. He then asked softly, “Ready to go home?”

At his words, Linsey instinctively looked over at Shari. Though they had reconnected, the night’s events had precluded a meaningful conversation.

Shari said promptly, “It’s getting late. We’ll find time to talk later—I need to get back to my child.”

Aware of the situation, Shari understood that Collin intended to take Linsey home and did not want to impose any further. Acknowledging this, Linsey agreed, “Okay.”

The group inside the room watched as Linsey and Collin, flanked by their entourage, made their exit. A collective sigh of relief washed over the room once the door clicked shut, breaking the tense silence that had hung over them like a thick fog.

“Holy crap, that scared the life out of me!” one person exclaimed.

“I wasn’t sure I’d make it back in one piece tonight,” another added.

“Can someone explain what the hell is happening? After all these years, those rumors turned out to be total bullshit?”

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“Totally! Just take a look at Collin—does he look like some clueless nobody? He carries himself like he owns the place!”

While some remained rattled by the encounter, others expressed a hint of remorse.

“It’s such a shame, really. If Collin weren’t crippled, he’d be a real force to be reckoned with.”

“Lesson learned—I’m keeping Linsey’s name out of my mouth from now on. It’s clear as day how protective Collin is of her. Cross him, and we might just disappear.”

Meanwhile, oblivious to the whispers and wary glances, Linsey and Collin were ensconced in the quietude of their car. Linsey’s mind raced as she replayed the evening’s interactions, a knot of suspicion tightening in her stomach.

She turned to face Collin, her eyes searching his, seeking the truth. “Collin, is there something you’re not telling me?” she asked, her voice steady but firm.

Collin was thrown off by the sudden accusation, his expression turning to confusion. “What do you mean by that?”

Linsey held his gaze, her eyes narrowing slightly as she scrutinized his face, searching for any trace of deceit. “This gown I’m wearing—it was designed by Arthur Flores, wasn’t it?” she questioned, her voice steady but insistent.

Raising an eyebrow, Collin was taken aback by her knowledge but saw no point in concealing the truth. “Yes, that’s right,” he admitted, his response straightforward.

Despite having confirmed this detail with Arthur himself, Linsey couldn’t help but draw in a sharp breath at Collin’s confirmation.

Did Collin truly grasp the significance of Arthur’s renown in the fashion industry? How had he managed to commission a designer of such stature? And the way he had casually arranged for the gown’s delivery, as if it were no more consequential than ordering a bouquet of flowers, baffled her even more. Linsey gnawed on her lower lip, her thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and curiosity.

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