Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117 Don’t Leave

Me

Collin inhaled sharply, reining in the unruly impulse that threatened to break his composure.

With an earnest expression, he reassured Linsey, “Your injuries are still mending. Believe me, I’m not some beast devoid of restraint. I’ll keep my hands to myself.”

After a brief pause, he eased his grip just a little and chuckled lightly. “So, what’s it gonna be? My lap or the bed while I rub this ointment on you?”

Startled from her reverie, Linsey quickly scrambled off his lap and turned her back to him, opting for the safety of the bed. She felt her cheeks warm with a fierce blush as she silently removed her pajama top and lay facedown, trying to calm the pounding in her chest.

The subtle sound of Collin’s wheelchair approached, the quiet rumble a sharp contrast to the silent tension hanging in the

air.

Linsey couldn’t see his expression, her focus entirely on the chilling sensation of the ointment as he gently applied it with a cotton swab to the healing wounds on her back.

The room was enveloped in a hushed stillness, broken only by the occasional soft clink of the ointment jar.

Soon, Collin finished his gentle tending.

As he capped the ointment, he advised softly, “Put your top back on. Don’t risk a chill. Try to get some rest early tonight.” Linsey responded only with silence, swiftly pulling her pajama top over her head and burrowing under the blanket without

a backward glance.

Her deliberate avoidance spoke volumes–she was not ready to talk to him.

Observing her stiff back, a silent testament to her stubbornness, Collin couldn’t help but let out a gentle chuckle. His face showed a mix of fondness and resignation as he shook his head and turned his wheelchair to leave the room.

Exhausted from the day’s relentless demands, Linsey finally succumbed to the comfort of her bed.

As she nestled her face into the soft folds of the blanket, a subtle scent, unmistakably Collin’s, enveloped her, soothing her

frazzled nerves.

Her eyelids grew heavy, her breaths deepened, and soon, she was lost in the tranquil embrace of sleep.

In the shadows of the room, Collin remained awake. Seated at a desk cluttered with documents, he worked diligently, the

only light a pair of lamps casting a warm, amber glow over his solitary figure.

Aware that Linsey had drifted off, he moved with deliberate quietness, the rustle of paper softened by his gentle touch.

His eyes, however, frequently strayed from the documents before him to the serene figure on the bed. The sight of Linsey,

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Reaching her side, he paused, taking in her pained expression–eyes squeezed shut, features contorted by some silent

An uneasy feeling gripped his heart, sinking deep. Tentatively, he reached out, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder in

“Don’t…” she murmured, her voice fraught with vulnerability. Her fingers clutched at his, gripping them tightly as she pleaded in a hoarse whisper, “Don’t leave me… Please, stay with me.”

“No need to be scared. I’ll never leave you,” he murmured, his lips lingering softly on her forehead.