Chapter 132
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Cynthia’s face stiffened. She had never imagined that so many of them would get the chance to participate in Anthea’s project—except for her. “You…” She had the urge to call them out for being opportunists. Frustration flared in her chest, but with no outlet for it, all she could do was turn away, her expression dark with irritation.
Linsey hadn’t exaggerated. She had finished the design on time. Even when she was hospitalized from her injuries, she had never let Anthea’s order slip from her mind. Before the kidnapping, she had already organized the initial design materials, and ideas had come easily.
Confined to a hospital bed with nothing else to do, she made use of the time, sketching out several drafts between treatments. After a few days, she finally convinced Collin to let her be discharged. The moment she was out, she contacted Anthea and finalized the design online.
So when she returned to the company, she could begin creating the final product without delay.
Many assumed Linsey was just a newcomer with little real-world experience. She agreed. That was why she followed Cynthia’s advice and sought help from a few colleagues.
CR Corporation was one of the most respected names in the industry. Its designers were some of the best. During the production process, they generously shared valuable techniques with her. In return, they had the opportunity to contribute to Anthea’s project—an impressive addition to their resumes. And Linsey, in turn, learned a great deal.
Even after a long, productive day, her enthusiasm didn’t wane. Later, as she sat down for dinner at Vista Villa, her mind remained on the project, still sorting through design details.
A clatter pulled her from her thoughts.
Collin placed more food onto her plate. “Eat. You just got out of the hospital, and your body’s still weak. You need proper nutrition.”
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Linsey blinked, momentarily lost, then obediently picked up her fork and finished her meal.
“I’m done,” she said, wiping her mouth and standing up.
Collin’s gaze followed her. “Where are you going?”
She hesitated only briefly before answering honestly, “I just had some new inspiration. I want to go back to my room and refine the design.”
“You’re working overtime?” He stared at her.
Linsey shifted slightly, feeling a bit uneasy. “Well… it’s not really overtime. I’m just wrapping things up. It won’t take long.”
Collin took a deep breath. In the past, people had always told him to take it easy, to stop working so much and rest. He never listened. He found their nagging irritating.
Now, for the first time, he truly understood what it felt like to worry about someone else. But he still felt her situation was different from his. He had always been in good health. A little extra work never hurt him. But she was different.
She had just been through a dangerous kidnapping, her body still recovering from multiple injuries. She hadn’t even spent much time in the hospital before coming back to work. Thinking about it only made him more concerned. His tone left no room for debate. “After dinner, take a walk and then rest. Work can wait until tomorrow.”
Linsey pressed her lips together. She didn’t hesitate for long before agreeing. “OK. I’ll go rest in my room then.”
After all, her computer was in her room. It wouldn’t take much time to finish a little work.
Collin studied her carefully, his doubt growing at how quickly she agreed. “You gave in too easily,” he said. “You’re planning to sneak in some work once you’re in your room, aren’t you?”
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