Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After novel Chapter 362

Chapter 362 Here, Have

Some Water

“All the work I put into helping you walk again feels completely pointless now,” Linsey said.

Thinking about everything Linsey had done for him, Collin felt a warmth spread through his chest.

“But it wasn’t for nothing. You can still give me a massage, can’t you?” he responded, trying to lighten the

mood.

Linsey’s expression darkened, her patience snapping. “Keep dreaming!”

She wasn’t that clueless girl anymore.

Now that Collin’s legs were fully functional, continuing to massage him wouldn’t be for recovery–it would be for something else entirely.

This shameless man! He must have said that on purpose!

Memories surfaced–Collin deceiving her, pretending to be crippled, making her take the lead during their

encounters.

Heat rushed to her face as irritation surged through her.

She had no intention of staying any longer. Yanking her hand free, she flung the blanket aside and climbed out

bing of bed.

“Where are you going?” Collin asked, watching her.

“Home. Where else?” she snapped.

Still concerned, he offered, “You’re not fully healed yet. Let me carry you.”

Linsey scoffed, rejecting him outright. “I’m injured, not helpless. I can walk just fine!”

Without another glance, she stormed out of the hospital room.

Collin sighed as he watched her disappearing figure, her defiance clear in every step.

She was still upset.

Running a hand through his hair, he knew he had a long road ahead to make things right.

Back at Vista Villa, Linsey entered the bedroom, her face unreadable, ignoring Collin completely.

But he didn’t leave her side. “Sweetheart, it’s late. Still busy?” His voice was soft, but she barely reacted.

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Chapter 362 Here, Have Some Water

Eyes on her tablet, she replied flatly, “Mind your own business.”

She wasn’t really working–just keeping herself occupied. After all, she had rested enough at the hospital

However, Collin wasn’t discouraged by her tope.

After a moment of thought, he went to get her a drink. “Here, have some suster,” he said, setting the fas

beside her.

Linsey barely glanced at him. “I’m not thirsty.”

Collin placed the glass nearby, within her reach.

Undeterred, he asked, “You must be hungry. You were unconscious for hours. You should eat something, What do you feel like having?”