Chapter 1213
Seeing Joanna’s post, Linsey couldn’t help but remember what Dolores had mentioned about spotting Felix kissing another woman.
Could it be that the mystery woman Felix was allegedly seeing was actually Joanna?
Linsey sank into deep thought, gripping her phone so tightly her knuckles went white without her even realizing it.
She made up her mind to confront Felix and get to the bottom of this once and for all.
Linsey immediately dialed Felix’s number, but the phone rang endlessly without any answer.
Refusing to give up, she tried calling two more times.
Both attempts went straight to voicemail.
Linsey’s frown deepened as suspicion began to take root in her mind. Was Felix genuinely too busy to pick up, or was he deliberately avoiding her calls?
Her thoughts spiraled into chaos, leaving her feeling deeply unsettled. Linsey shot to her feet, deciding to act first and worry about the consequences later. With Collin still holed up in his study, she figured she could slip out quickly, rush back home, and return before he noticed. Unfortunately, Collin had already seen right through her plan.
The moment she pulled open the front door, two bodyguards materialized to block her path. One of them addressed her, his voice flat and emotionless. “Mr. Riley has given strict orders that you’re not to leave without his explicit permission.”
Reluctantly, Linsey was forced back inside, her frustration with Collin reaching a dangerous boiling point.
Hours drifted by, and before she knew it, noon had arrived.
Noticing Linsey sitting there, Roland approached with a polite inquiry. “Mrs. Riley, do you have any particular preferences for lunch today?”
The sound of his voice snapped Linsey out of her brooding, and she managed a strained smile. “Nothing special. I’m not picky.”
“Very well then,” Roland replied with a respectful nod and turned to leave. Just as he was walking away, Linsey suddenly had an idea and called out to stop him.
Pausing mid-step, Roland turned back around, his tone respectfully attentive. “Mrs. Riley, is there something else you need?”
Releasing her death grip on the sofa cushion, Linsey stood up and put on her most innocent smile. “Actually, what if I prepared lunch for Collin myself today?”
“What?” Genuine surprise flickered across the butler’s face, but he quickly recovered, declining with practiced politeness. “That’s very thoughtful of you, Mrs. Riley, but we can manage such tasks. There’s really no need for you to…”
Before he could finish his protest, Linsey cut him off with a carefully rehearsed excuse. “It’s really no trouble at all. I’m not doing anything anyway, and I accidentally upset Collin earlier. Cooking for him would be my way of making amends.”
Faced with her reasoning, Roland found himself unable to refuse and reluctantly agreed with a nod.