Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After novel Chapter 180

Chapter 180 You Don’t Even Remember This

A wave of crimson flooded Linsey’s cheeks as a gasp escaped her lips. She stared at Collin, speechless, her mind reeling.

She had slept with Collin last night… The thought hung heavy in the air, unspoken but undeniable.

Why did she have to drink?

Despite the evidence before her, Linsey still struggled to comprehend the situation. It felt surreal, like a bad dream.

Her voice trembled as she finally broke the silence. “Collin,” she whispered. “Last night… what exactly happened?”

Collin’s eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of frustration crossing his features. “Linsey,” he said, his voice laced with disbelief.

“You don’t remember? Again? You don’t even remember this?”

Linsey bit her lip, feeling a wave of shame wash over her. “I really don’t,” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. “That’s

why I’m asking you to tell me what happened.”

She paused, trying to piece together the fragments of her memory. “I remember going to the dinner party,” she continued, “and having a bit to drink–just one glass! And then… everything goes blank.”

Collin leaned forward, his voice low and deliberate. “After you got drunk, Linsey, you clung to me, wouldn’t let go, teased me relentlessly, demanded I be your boyfriend, and even started talking about having kids with me.”

Linsey’s eyes widened in horror, her face burning with shame. She couldn’t believe she had acted so outrageously, so shamelessly! The earth could just swallow her whole.

“I brought you home,” Collin continued, his voice steady and unwavering. “But you wouldn’t let me leave. You tied me up

with my tie and insisted on taking charge.”

A hint of amusement flickered in his eyes, as if he were secretly relishing her embarrassment.

Linsey was mortified. “I did all that?” she whispered, her voice filled with disbelief. “I was that out of control?”

Had the stress of work and exhaustion really pushed her to that extreme?

A faint memory flickered in her mind–a silk tie, expertly knotted…

Linsey wanted to protest, to claim innocence, but her eyes fell on the telltale marks on Collin’s body–the scratches on his

chest, the red marks on his wrists where she had bound him. Her resolve crumbled.

Collin’s gaze locked with hers, his expression unreadable. “You really don’t remember any of it?” he asked, his voice low and steady.

Linsey desperately tried to recall the events of last night, but all she could conjure were fragmented images, fleeting

But then, a chilling thought struck her. If she hadn’t initiated it, how could she have sex with Collin, with his limited

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She must have been utterly shameless, completely uninhibited by alcohol, to have been intimate with him against his will