Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After

Chapter 7 May I Use The

Kitchen

Linsey had just finished unbuttoning Collin's shirt and was about to reach for his belt when his expression suddenly

hardened.

His grip closed around her wrist in a flash, his voice sharp and unwavering. "That's enough. Get out."

If she went any further, he wasn't sure he could control himself.

Linsey blinked, thrown off by the abrupt shift. "What?"

Collin didn't bother explaining. Instead, he called out, his tone clipped, "Prepare the room next door for her."

"Yes, Mr. Riley."

Without another word, he pushed Linsey toward the doorway and shut the door behind her with a resolute thud. Her

suitcase, still untouched, sat abandoned in the hallway.

The echo of the door slamming reverberated down the corridor, leaving Linsey completely stunned.

"What is wrong

with him?" She turned to the butler, confusion laced in her voice. "Why did he just snap like that?"

The butler's voice remained calm, almost practiced. "Mrs. Riley, Mr. Riley has always been unpredictable. Now that you're

staying here, it's best to get used to it. After all, he..."

His words trailed off, but Linsey didn't need him to finish. The pieces were already falling into place.

Collin, despite his young age, was confined to a wheelchair, cast aside by his own family. It was no wonder he carried so

much frustration.

No wonder he kept pressing her about what she thought of him. He had probably spent years drowning in his own insecurities.

The realization struck her hard, and sympathy settled heavily in her chest. He must have completely misunderstood her. She had to clear things up before he convinced himself that she saw him as less of a man,

Inside his room, Collin sat in his wheelchair, his jaw clenched as he struggled to steady his breath. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't calm down.

Frustration burned through him as he stood up and entered the bathroom and turned the faucet on full blast.

The icy water crashed over him, dousing the fire raging inside. It took a long time before he finally wrestled back control.

When he emerged, he ran a towel through his damp hair, still simmering with irritation.

What the hell had Linsey done to him? He couldn't wrap his head around it. How could a single touch from her make him

lose control like that?

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The next morning, Linsey freshened up and had just finished getting dressed

when a soft knock sounded at her door.

She pulled it open to find the butler standing outside.

"Mrs. Riley, breakfast is ready. If you're finished getting ready, you're welcome to come down and eat," he said with respect.

Linsey gave a small nod. "Alright, thank you."

As she shut the door, her thoughts drifted back to the events of last night. She

had to clear things up with Collin. Breakfast

would be the perfect time to apologize.

But when she arrived at the dining room, she found the table set with an extravagant spread-and not a single sign of

Collin.

She hesitated, staring at the untouched plates.

"Mrs. Riley, is something the matter? Do the dishes not suit your taste?" the butler asked, his voice warm.

Linsey quickly shook her head. "No, that's not it. The food looks amazing."

After a brief pause, she took a breath and asked, "Is Collin skipping breakfast?"

The butler sighed, a hint of helplessness in his tone. “He's been in the study working since last night. None of us dared

disturb him."

After a moment's hesitation, he added, his voice edged with concern. "He has a chronic stomach condition. But if he

refuses to cat, there's not much we can do to convince him......."

Linsey blinked, and when she looked up, she caught the butler watching her with a hopeful smile.

Since the household staff couldn't persuade Collin, maybe she could. As his wife, their relationship was meant to be one of

equals.

Concern for his health gnawed at her. Breakfast was important-it set the tone for the entire day.

"I'll go talk to him," she murmured.

The butler's face brightened with relief. "That's wonderful! Once he realizes how much you care, I'm sure he'll appreciate

it."

Linsey hesitated, her brows knitting together. Would he, though?

After his sudden change in demeanor last night, she wasn't entirely convinced. Was the butler just saying that to be polite?

Still, she had to apologize, and this was the perfect chance. Maybe preparing something for Collin to eat would help ease

the tension.

"May I use the kitchen?" she asked, nodding toward it.

The butler blinked in surprise before quickly nodding. Of course. You're the lady of

the house. Let us know if you need anything."

Linsey offered a warm smile. "Thank you. I'd like to make something for Collin myself. I'll handle it."noveldrama

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Meanwhile, in the study, Collin was in the middle of a meeting.

Though he was seated in his wheelchair, his presence was as sharp and commanding as ever, keeping everyone on edge.

His long fingers drummed lightly against the desk, the rhythmic taps pressing down like a weight on the room.

"Mr. Riley, that land on the outskirts of the city was hard-won. Its value has already risen to a billion dollars. If you give it to Mr. Wade just like that, you'll suffer a major loss..."

His subordinate's voice was cautious as he carefully gauged Collin's expression.

Collin stopped tapping. His tone remained calm but unwavering. "A bet is a bet. I honor my commitments."

He had agreed to the wager with Dustin-and he had lost. Simple as that. It was just a piece of land. Handing it over didn't

matter.

His subordinate's eyes widened in disbelief. Collin was ruthless in business. Yet he had actually made a bet?

And lost?

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