Marrying a Secret Zillionaire: Happy ever after - Chapter 393

Chapter 393:

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“Collin, you’re finally here!” Linsey’s voice trembled with relief, her eyes wide with lingering fear. “I was so scared… I thought I’d never see you again… Oh, Collin, I’m so glad you’re here.”

Collin wrapped his arms around her shivering form, his gaze shadowed by a torrent of sorrow.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t here sooner,” he murmured, his voice a soft caress against her ear.

He tenderly brushed a stray lock of hair from Linsey’s forehead. “I should have been here,” he remarked, his tone laced with guilt.

Linsey clung to him, her tears silent but persistent, soaking the collar of his shirt.

Collin shifted slightly, his concern palpable as he noticed her clenched fist. “Linsey, what happened to your hand?”

Her grip tightened, her voice rough with despair. “I was drugged… I had to stay awake. I cut my palm with a knife to keep from passing out.”

Rage flared in Collin’s eyes; he wished he could tear Fernanda to bits. He regretted ever letting Linsey get involved with Fernanda’s birthday preparations.

But regrets had to wait—Linsey needed him now, more than ever.

“Hold on, Linsey. We’re getting you to a hospital right now,” he said.

With a surge of protective urgency, Collin lifted her in his arms and strode swiftly out of the lounge.

Linsey leaned weakly against Collin, the familiar scent of him weaving through her senses, soothing her frayed nerves. Her eyelids fluttered gently, her voice a fragile whisper. “Collin…”

His name escaped her lips, wrapping her in a blanket of safety. Collin’s brow furrowed deeply as he looked down at her, his concern mounting when he saw her pupils start to dilate.

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“Linsey, stay with me! We’re going to the hospital now!” he insisted, his voice laced with urgency.

Despite her efforts, Linsey’s exhaustion deepened, her eyelids growing unbearably heavy.

Resistance fading, she succumbed to the darkness, slipping into unconsciousness.

Her thoughts swirled into a fog, obscuring the surprising fact that Collin, usually bound to his wheelchair, was now walking with firm, urgent steps.

Right now, explanations would have to wait—keeping Linsey safe was his only priority.

Holding her protectively, Collin hastened through the opulent lower corridors of the banquet hall.

As they maneuvered past, he noted Fernanda and her cronies, now subdued and secured by his men, their schemes thwarted.

When Fernanda saw Collin stride in with the unconscious Linsey in his arms, her disbelief was palpable.

Her eyes darted to Linsey’s attire, scrutinizing every inch.

Despite the bloodstains smearing her clothes, there were no signs of disarray or removal.

“You got her back so fast?” Fernanda scoffed, bitterness dripping from her voice. “What, did Mr. Green not put up a fight?”

What the hell?

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