Chapter 1207
“For what reason?” he demanded.
Not wanting to share too much, Linsey kept her response vague. “Just some personal errands. I’ll be back once they’re handled.”
Collin’s expression remained unyielding, and he shut her down with commanding finality. “Stay here. You’re not going anywhere without my say-so.”
“Why do I have to obey you in everything?” Linsey’s voice rose, frustration spilling over. “I’m not your pet. Can’t I have a few hours to myself?”
With unshakable calm, Collin responded, “Because I’m in charge here, and you’re my wife. You’re mine, so you follow my rules.”
“Collin, you’re insane,” Linsey snapped, her emotions boiling over. “I’m a person, not your property. Why should I be under your control?”
The air at the dining table grew heavy with tension. Roland, overhearing Linsey’s heated words, felt a chill of fear, his legs trembling as he recalled the grim fate of the last person who dared insult Collin. The memory, vivid and terrifying, sent a shiver down his spine.
Fearing Linsey might end up suffering the same fate, Roland quickly interrupted, hoping to ease the situation.
“Mr. Riley, please don’t be upset. Mrs. Riley never meant to argue with you,” Roland said.
Collin remained unmoved by Roland’s efforts, his icy stare silencing him on the spot.
With nowhere else to turn, Roland glanced at Linsey, silently pleading with her to listen.
Linsey, however, was far too furious to heed any warnings. She locked eyes with Collin and said, “Say whatever you want. I’m going out today, whether you like it or not!”
“Do as you wish,” Collin answered, his tone measured, almost indifferent. “But if you disappear and I can’t reach you, Felix’s company won’t see the light of day.”
Rage trembled through Linsey. She glared at Collin, wishing her stare alone could set him ablaze. “Is this all you know how to do? Threaten me?”
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Collin didn’t even flinch. “I don’t see the point in changing what works.”
“You—” Linsey was so exasperated by his arrogance that she struggled to catch her breath, momentarily speechless.
The air at the table grew so tense it was nearly suffocating.
Roland wanted to say something more, but Linsey had already turned her back on everyone, storming off, her appetite gone.
Collin watched her leave, then called out after her in a low, commanding voice, “Don’t take another step. Did I say you could leave?”
Linsey stopped in her tracks, refusing to even glance back at Collin.
The sound of cutlery hitting the table echoed through the room as Collin, clearly irritated by her attitude, spoke up. “Don’t think for a second I haven’t figured you out. Planning to run back to that loser? Over my dead body.”
Before Linsey could shoot back a response, Collin cut her off with another demand. “Go to the kitchen and make me breakfast.”
“What’s wrong with you?” Linsey turned around, her patience nearly gone. “There’s already food right here. Why should I cook again?”
Collin met her glare with a cold stare. “I lost my appetite thanks to your attitude. Since you’re the reason breakfast tastes so bitter, making another one is the least you can do.”