Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47 Did You Overhear Anything Just…

Collin dropped his hand, his expression calm as he spoke in a neutral tone. “I didn’t see you come downstairs. I thought maybe you’d slipped away, so I came to check.”

Linsey chuckled softly, the nervousness in her chest beginning to ease. “What? Why would I slip away? I just woke up.”

She hesitated for a moment, a flicker of unease crossing her face as she eyed him. “By the way, when did you get here? Did

you overhear anything just now?”

Her teeth gently sank into her bottom lip, the memory of her heated conversation with Felix still fresh.

She didn’t want Collin to see that side of her.

Collin stayed calm, his voice unruffled as he met her gaze. “Overhear what?”

Linsey’s eyes flickered with a hint of relief, and she quickly laughed it off. “Oh, it’s just my alarm clock. It’s acting up today

-didn’t go off like it was supposed to.”

As if on cue, her phone alarm blared loudly.

Flustered, Linsey fumbled to silence it. “See? There it is. Weird, huh? It’s late today for some reason.”

Collin watched her with a soft, knowing smile, but remained silent.

The weight of his gaze made Linsey feel a little self–conscious. She bit her lip, her thoughts racing to find something to say.

After a moment of quiet, Collin spoke gently. “You should go freshen up first. Breakfast will be ready when you’re down.”

Linsey nodded quickly, grateful for the change in topic. “Okay.”

After freshening up, Linsey made her way downstairs to the dining room and slid into the seat next to Collin.

The breakfast was steak.

She offered Collin a smile before picking up her knife and fork, carefully cutting the steak into small pieces.

She wasn’t particularly hungry–being woken up by Felix’s call first thing had already soured her mood.

Ugh, Felix. She sincerely hoped she wouldn’t have to deal with him again.

Collin glanced up, noticing how Linsey seemed lost in thought, still slicing the same piece of steak.

His gaze shifted as he broke the silence. “Not to your liking?”

“Huh?” Linsey snapped back to reality, quickly offering a response. “No, it’s fine.”

Linsey, caught off guard, hurried to start cutting. “No, no, I-”

In her rush, her hand slipped, and the knife scraped loudly against the plate.

His movements weren’t rushed, but steady, each one deliberate.

His long fingers danced over the knife and fork, every motion fluid and graceful, like it was second nature.