Marrying a Secret Zillionaire: Happy ever after - Chapter 96

Chapter 96:

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“Collin,” Linsey whispered, her voice a soft murmur as she uttered his name, her heart fluttering slightly.

In that intimate moment, Linsey realized the hairstylist and the makeup artist had discreetly exited, leaving them in a quiet bubble of newfound closeness.

“Hmm,” Collin murmured, his deep voice vibrating with a barely concealed concern. He leaned slightly closer, his gaze probing as he repeated his earlier inquiry. “How’s the dress working for you? If it’s not your style, I can have them bring you a different one.”

Linsey’s gaze remained steady, her heart fluttering with intensity. As she looked at his familiar face, a heavy lump of emotion began to build in her throat.

“The dress is lovely, really,” Linsey assured him, her voice a soft whisper laced with a tremor she couldn’t quite mask. She inhaled deeply, attempting to compose herself, but the effort made her vulnerability all the more evident.

Collin’s expression darkened with a mix of confusion and concern. “You don’t seem like it,” he noted, his brow furrowing as he took a subtle step closer. “Your eyes… they tell a different story.”

Indeed, her eyes were glassy, the rims tinged with red, betraying her inner turmoil. Linsey blinked rapidly, a solitary tear escaping despite her best efforts to remain composed.

Collin’s heart constricted at the sight, a pang of something resembling pain threading through his chest.

Linsey’s eyes flickered with nervousness as he spoke, and a tear slipped gently down her cheek.

She turned her head away, her voice shaky as she feebly attempted a diversion. “It’s nothing, really. Just something in my eye, that’s all.”

She made to move away, to hide her tears, but Collin was quicker. His hand reached out, capturing her wrist with a tender yet firm grip.

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Collin’s grip remained steady, the warmth of his palm grounding Linsey as his fingers rested lightly against her wrist. Beneath his touch, her pulse trembled—unsteady, yet alive.

“You’ve got makeup on. Stay still,” he said, his voice a quiet command.

Linsey froze, her breath catching as their eyes met. She felt the weight of the moment press against her chest, making it impossible to move. Her lips parted, but no words came. A shimmer of unshed tears clung to her lashes, catching the dim light.

A flicker of something unreadable passed through Collin’s gaze. She looked so fragile, so small, that it made his chest tighten.

He let out a slow breath before reaching up, his rough fingers brushing away the dampness collecting at the corners of her eyes. His touch was careful, deliberate.

“I just want to know if you like the dress. No lies,” Collin said, his tone measured.

A flicker of surprise crossed Linsey’s face. For a beat, her heart stuttered—then surged forward, sending warmth rushing through her veins.

“Yes.”

The single syllable barely made it past her lips before dissolving into silence.

“Hmm?” A quiet hum left Collin’s lips, the depth of his own patience catching him off guard.

Answers might not come easily, but he found himself strangely content to wait.

Linsey’s breath stuttered before she finally spoke, her voice fragile yet sincere. “I love it. Every word is true.”

After a pause, she confessed, “Marrying you… it’s something I’ll never stop being grateful for.”

The instant the words slipped from her lips, something inside him stirred, a feeling too powerful to suppress.

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