Marrying a Secret Zillionaire: Happy ever after - Chapter 53

Chapter 53:

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Collin blinked, momentarily caught off guard. “You studied fashion design?” he asked, genuinely surprised.

Linsey had been about to explain that she didn’t just study fashion design but also worked at the company where Collin still owed a massive sum of money.

Before she could say a word, Collin’s phone beeped with a new message.

Without missing a beat, Linsey fell silent, her eyes on him as he gave her a quick glance before reaching for his phone.

As Collin read the message, the easy expression on his face shifted, his brows knitting together in sudden concern.

“I have to go out to handle something. Why don’t you have dinner and turn in early for the night?” Collin said after reading the message. Linsey was caught off guard. “But it’s already so late.”

She hesitated, her gaze drifting toward his wheelchair. “Where are you going? Let me come with you.”

Collin put his phone away and rejected the offer without a second thought. “That won’t be necessary. I won’t be long.”

He then recalled how Linsey had waited up for him last night and added, “Just finish what you need to do and get some rest. There’s no reason to stay up for me.”

With that, he swiftly wheeled himself out of the study.

She remained frozen in place, watching as he disappeared through the doorway, a deep sense of sympathy washing over her.

It had only been a few days since she moved into Vista Villa, and in that short time, Collin had been drowning in work, barely taking a moment to breathe.

He was confined to a wheelchair, and the butler had mentioned his stomach problems. If he kept pushing himself like this, his body would eventually give out.

Lαtєѕt чhαptєrs in gɑlnovе𝓁ѕ.𝒸o𝓂

Letting out a quiet sigh, she turned and slowly made her way out of the study. Just then, the distant hum of an engine reached her ears—Collin’s car was pulling out of the villa.

A flicker of doubt crept into her mind.

Despite supposedly owing CR Corporation a staggering 100 million dollars, Collin never showed the slightest trace of unease.

Anyone else in his position would be drowning in anxiety, yet he acted like it was nothing.

The more she thought about it, the more she found herself linking Collin to the elusive founder of CR Corporation.

If her suspicion was correct, then everything clicked into place. Still, she couldn’t quite grasp why Collin insisted on keeping his true abilities hidden. Could this, too, be tied to the Riley family? The thought made her pause. No—she shouldn’t go down that road.

No matter what, Collin was her husband. Whatever he chose to do, he must have his reasons. Her only role was to trust him and not meddle in his plans.

She believed that one day, he would tell her everything himself.

Meanwhile, Collin arrived at the bar mentioned in the message and immediately spotted Dustin, who was already a little drunk.

“Hey, you finally showed up! Come on, have a drink with me!” Dustin greeted him the moment he saw him, raising his glass in invitation.

Collin’s expression darkened, his tone edged with frustration. “So, the urgent matter you mentioned was just to drag me here for a drink?”

Dustin, unbothered, scoffed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Yeah, so what? I’m in a bad mood. As my best friend, can’t you at least drink with me?”

Collin didn’t even glance at the wine glass on the table. His voice was cool and indifferent. “Not a good time.”

Dustin blinked, then suddenly burst into laughter. Leaning in slightly, he lowered his voice and muttered, “Why? You’ve gotten too used to playing the role of a disabled man? Relax. This bar is full of my people—there’s no way your stepmom planted any spies here.”

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