Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After novel Chapter 190

Chapter 190 Collin, You Can’t Tolerate Spicy Food

“What’s the matter?” Linsey asked, surprised.

Kylee interjected, her voice tinged with concern. “Collin doesn’t really care for spicy chicken wings. Perhaps you should offer him something else.”

Linsey’s hand froze mid–air, and she instinctively turned towards Collin, anticipating his response.

Collin smiled warmly, putting the chicken wing Linsey had intended to serve him onto his plate. “I appreciate the gesture, Linsey,” he said. “I’m sure I’ll enjoy whatever you choose for me.”

Kylee’s anxiety, however, was palpable. She frowned at Collin, her voice laced with worry. “Collin, you can’t tolerate spicy food. You even have a mild allergy to chili peppers. It’s really not worth the risk.”

Without waiting for a reply, Kylee swiftly removed the chicken wing from Collin’s plate.

A residue of chili oil, however, remained on the edges of the plate.

Kylee’s expression hardened as she turned to address a nearby servant. “Bring a clean plate, please,” she instructed.

The servant hesitated momentarily, glancing at Linsey, before acknowledging the request and heading towards the kitchen.

Collin’s brow furrowed slightly, his annoyance at Kylee’s interference apparent, though he managed to maintain his

composure.

Turning towards Linsey, who appeared somewhat flustered, he offered a gentle reassurance. “Don’t worry, Linsey. I can

handle a bit of spice.”

As if to emphasize his point, he reached for a chicken wing.

Linsey, startled by his defiance, swiftly moved the plate of chicken wings out of his reach. “Don’t eat it, Collin,” she insisted.

Her expression betrayed a lingering fear. “You’re allergic to chili peppers,” she scolded. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Linsey had a particular fondness for spicy food. It dawned on her that, despite having shared numerous meals with Collin, she had never noticed him consuming anything containing chili peppers.

This realization filled her with guilt.

She recalled the last time Dolores had visited the villa for dinner; Collin had already been well–acquainted with Linsey’s

culinary preferences.

She, on the other hand, had been oblivious to such a crucial detail as Collin’s allergy.

Noticing her distress, Collin set down his fork and gently took her hand in his. “It’s really not a big deal, Linsey. I didn’t