Chapter 402
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However, Collin wasn’t discouraged by her tone.
After a moment of thought, he went to get her a drink. “Here, have some water,” he said, setting the glass 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?”
Linsey eyed him skeptically. “You’re going to cook?”
Collin hesitated but nodded. “Tell me what you want. I’ll learn how to make it, and I promise it’ll taste great.”
Linsey glanced at his serious face, then smirked and turned away. “Don’t bother. You’ll just waste food. The maids will have enough trouble cleaning up after you.”
Collin was momentarily speechless, recalling the last disaster he caused in the kitchen—the microwave explosion still fresh in his mind. “Fine, I’ll ask them to make something,” he said, adjusting his approach.
“I’m not hungry,” Linsey answered without emotion.
Though slightly disappointed, Collin didn’t give up. “Is the temperature in here alright? I can adjust it if you need.”
Linsey exhaled slowly, resisting the urge to roll her eyes.
Even without looking, she could feel him hovering around her.
That night, Linsey looked up and, for the first time, truly noticed Collin’s towering height.
Whenever he came near, his presence surrounded her entirely.
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Ignoring him became an impossible task.
Feeling a mix of annoyance and an unbidden flutter in her heart, Linsey blurted out, “Collin, could you step out for a while? I need some space.”
Reluctantly, Collin began to protest, feeling an urge to stay and resolve things. His resolve to reconcile with Linsey was firm.
With a firm push, Linsey ushered Collin towards the door. “Find a different room to sleep in tonight.” The door slammed shut just before Collin.
He lingered outside, releasing a sigh of resignation.
Perhaps a detailed apology letter would suffice?
At that moment, his phone interrupted his thoughts.
“Mr. Riley! Urgent news—Fernanda has been abducted by unknown assailants!”
Collin’s face hardened when he heard the news.
A suspect immediately came to mind.
“This has Gorman’s fingerprints all over it. What is he plotting now?” Collin murmured.
“Mr. Riley, what should we do next?” his assistant asked over the phone.
His eyes narrowing, Collin’s voice deepened. “We cannot allow Fernanda to be taken so easily.”
His eyes flicked back to the firmly shut bedroom door, recalling the encounter with Linsey in the hotel lounge.
He vowed silently that anyone endangering Linsey would face severe consequences.
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