Chapter 36
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How was this possible? Why was Collin here? And more importantly, why was he able to stand? Wasn’t he supposed to be paralyzed?
“Who are you?” A calm voice, laced with curiosity, suddenly spoke up behind her.
Startled, Linsey spun around to find a bespectacled man dressed in a suit.
“Uh, I…” She instinctively glanced back at the meeting room, but the man she had seen just moments ago was gone. The door was now firmly shut. “I’m here to deliver some documents. Is that the main conference room?”
The man’s brow furrowed slightly before he offered a polite, understanding smile. “You must be new. The main conference room on the seventeenth floor is in the other direction. You’ve been looking in the wrong place.”
The other direction? Linsey pressed her lips together, irritation bubbling beneath the surface. No wonder she hadn’t found it. “Then what about that meeting room? I saw a lot of people in there just now,” she asked.
The man adjusted his glasses, his tone carrying a hint of warning. “That’s the CEO’s conference room. If you’re not a senior executive or a key employee, you really shouldn’t go in without permission.”
The CEO’s conference room? Linsey’s mind raced. So, was that Dustin’s meeting room?
“Aren’t you here to deliver documents? Quit standing around. If someone else catches you loitering here, you’re definitely getting an earful,” the man urged, gesturing for her to leave.
“Oh, right. Thanks.” Linsey cast one last glance over her shoulder. But with the weight of the documents in her hands, she pushed her curiosity aside and hurried toward the main conference room. Luckily, most of the attendees hadn’t arrived yet, and the meeting hadn’t started yet. Linsey managed to deliver the documents just in time. After finishing her task, she took the elevator back to the Fashion Design Department.
Yet her mind was a tangled mess. The image of that man—the one who looked so much like Collin—refused to leave her thoughts. Was it really him?
But it didn’t add up. Collin had no reason to be at CR Corporation, let alone standing there like he hadn’t spent the last few years in a wheelchair.
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Maybe she was mistaken?
Back at her desk, Linsey hesitated before pulling out her phone. She scrolled to Collin’s number and typed out a message. “Collin, where are you right now?”
It was a casual question, almost offhand. After hitting send, she leaned back in her chair, absentmindedly tapping her fingers against her phone as she waited.
But minutes passed with no reply.
A faint sense of disappointment settled in her chest. He probably wasn’t going to text her back—he had been sulking all morning and holed himself up in his study.
Sighing, she placed her phone on the desk and tried to focus on browsing the company’s design website.
Just as she was getting into it, her phone suddenly buzzed.
It was a call from Collin.
Linsey blinked in surprise. She quickly glanced around—some colleagues were deep in work, while others were clearly slacking off. Not wanting to take the call at her desk, she got up and slipped into a quieter spot nearby.
“Hello?” The moment she spoke, her voice softened without her even realizing it.
There was a brief pause on the other end before Collin’s deep, steady voice came through. “What’s up?”
Collin’s voice was low and smooth, laced with a faint crackle of static that softened as it reached Linsey’s ear.
A strange warmth crept up her skin where the phone pressed against her cheek. She lowered her voice unconsciously. “Yeah, well… nothing. I was just asking.”
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