Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19 Collin, What’s

In Your Pants

It never crossed Collin’s mind that the immense debt he had casually fabricated would weigh so heavily on Linsey.

What struck him even more was how genuinely she seemed determined to face it with him.

He fixed his gaze on Linsey, sitting across from him, trying to look past her cheerful smile, searching for any trace of

uncertainty beneath the surface.

Perhaps it was all just a front.

How could there possibly be a woman so selfless, willing to help him without expecting anything in return?

In the soft glow of the dim lighting, Linsey remained blissfully unaware of the shift in his expression.

Her spirits were high from the success of her new job at CR Corporation, and she was too excited to notice his internal

conflict.

She reached for the red wine on the table, matching Collin’s earlier move, and downed it in one swift motion.

But unlike Collin, who remained composed, she immediately broke into a cough, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment

as her face turned a shade of pink.

“Why is this wine so strong?” She stuck her tongue out, making a playful face.

“You can’t handle your drink?” Collin asked, his gaze cool as he observed her discomfort.

Linsey shrugged lightly, her laughter escaping in a small, embarrassed breath. “I don’t usually drink, but tonight’s different.

We’re celebrating, right?”

With a mischievous smile, she tried to pour herself another glass.

After a moment’s pause, Collin gently took the bottle from her unsteady grip, his tone calm and composed. “That’s enough. If you don’t enjoy drinking, you don’t need to force yourself.”

Linsey blinked, stunned by his rare display of concern, then quickly shook her head. “I’m not forcing myself. I’m just so happy today, I wanted to celebrate with a drink.”

Collin glanced at her briefly, his gaze softening. For a moment, he was entranced.

Her face was radiant, flushed with the warmth of the wine, and her eyes shimmered with the haze of intoxication.

Her lips, full and inviting, reminded him of ripe strawberries, their softness promising the sweetness of a thousand unspoken desires.

He couldn’t shake the thought that they would burst with juicy sweetness at the slightest press.

His throat tightened, and he involuntarily licked his suddenly dry lips, his voice dropping to a low, almost hoarse tone.

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