Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After

Chapter 117 Don't Leave

Me

Collin inhaled sharply, reining in the unruly impulse that threatened to break his composure.

With an earnest expression, he reassured Linsey, "Your injuries are still mending. Believe me, I'm not some beast devoid of restraint. I'll keep my hands to myself."

After a brief pause, he eased his grip just a little and chuckled lightly. "So, what's it gonna be? My lap or the bed while I rub this ointment on you?"

Startled from her reverie, Linsey quickly scrambled off his lap and turned her back to him, opting for the safety of the bed. She felt her cheeks warm with a fierce blush as she silently removed her pajama top and lay facedown, trying to calm the pounding in her chest.

The subtle sound of Collin's wheelchair approached, the quiet rumble a sharp contrast to the silent tension hanging in the

air.

Linsey couldn't see his expression, her focus entirely on the chilling sensation of the ointment as he gently applied it with a cotton swab to the healing wounds on her back.

The room was enveloped in a hushed stillness, broken only by the occasional soft clink of the ointment jar.

Soon, Collin finished his gentle tending.

As he capped the ointment, he advised softly, "Put your top back on. Don't risk a chill. Try to get some rest early tonight." Linsey responded only with silence, swiftly pulling her pajama top over her head and burrowing under the blanket without

a backward glance.

Her deliberate avoidance spoke volumes-she was not ready to talk to him. Observing her stiff back, a silent testament to her stubbornness, Collin couldn't help but let out a gentle chuckle. His face showed a mix of fondness and resignation as he shook his head and turned his wheelchair to leave the room.

Exhausted from the day's relentless demands, Linsey finally succumbed to the comfort of her bed.

As she nestled her face into the soft folds of the blanket, a subtle scent, unmistakably Collin's, enveloped her, soothing her

frazzled nerves.

Her eyelids grew heavy, her breaths deepened, and soon, she was lost in the tranquil embrace of sleep.

In the shadows of the room, Collin remained awake. Seated at a desk cluttered with documents, he worked diligently, the

only light a pair of lamps casting a warm, amber glow over his solitary figure.

Aware that Linsey had drifted off, he moved with deliberate quietness, the rustle of paper softened by his gentle touch.

His eyes, however, frequently strayed from the documents before him to the serene figure on the bed. The sight of Linsey,

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her silhouette a soft curve under the blanket, stirred something within him.

After countless nights of solitude, the simple reality of her presence was both novel and comforting.

Of all things, he hadn't expected to find someone sleeping so calmly this close to him.

As the clock ticked on, Linsey shifted restlessly, the blanket slipping away. Noticing this, Collin abandoned his papers and rolled his chair closer to the bed, his concern evident.

Reaching her side, he paused, taking in her pained expression-eyes squeezed shut, features contorted by some silent

agony. There was no doubt about it-she was being haunted by something in her sleep.noveldrama

An uneasy feeling gripped his heart, sinking deep. Tentatively, he reached out, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder in

a silent offer of reassurance.

"Don't..." she murmured, her voice fraught with vulnerability. Her fingers clutched at his, gripping them tightly as she pleaded in a hoarse whisper, "Don't leave me... Please, stay with me."

A trace of distress flickered across his eyes as he watched her.

Without a moment's hesitation, he clasped her hand, eased himself out of the wheelchair, and lay down beside her, pulling her into a tight embrace.

"No need to be scared. I'll never leave you," he murmured, his lips lingering softly on her forehead.

Linsey's furrowed brows smoothed out as she absorbed his words.

Almost instinctively, her arms encircled him, her body pressing closer, seeking solace in his

presence.

During their tender embrace, her abdomen unintentionally brushed against his thigh, causing Collin to stiffen, his body taut with sudden tension as he fought the urge to pull away.

A soft, startled whimper escaped Linsey when she sensed him retreating, and she clung to him even more desperately, her body molding tighter against his.

This renewed contact elicited a low, hoarse groan from Collin.

He inhaled sharply, his eyes darkening as they settled on her serene, sleeping face.

The rhythmic cadence of her breathing lulled him, yet he could not bring himself to disturb her slumber.

Trapped in a tumult of emotion, he steeled his resolve, forcing the rising tide of desire to recede. With closed eyes and a deep, steadying breath, he fought to clear his mind.

That night, while Linsey slept deeply, Collin remained awake, his restless vigil marked by a storm of emotions he struggled

to contain.

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