Chapter 465
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She paused, tapping a finger against her chin. “Even though the Lawsons have kept a low profile these past few years, their guest list is bound to be impressive.”
Something in Collin snapped. The flood of emotions he had been holding back crashed over him. Without thinking, he pulled Linsey into his arms, holding her tight.
Her warmth pressed against him, soft and familiar. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing her in like she was the only thing keeping him grounded.
A deep calm settled over him as he exhaled slowly, the usual cold sharpness in his expression softening into something real.
Linsey stiffened at the sudden embrace, momentarily dazed before instinctively leaning into him. “What’s this about?”
The measuring tape dangled from her fingers as she hesitated, unsure whether to hug him back or just stay still.
After a beat, she lightly patted his back. “Collin, are you okay? You seem… different.”
A quiet chuckle escaped him, his deep voice laced with warmth. “No, I just felt like holding you.”
Linsey’s heart softened at his words, warmth spreading through her chest. “Alright, then. But make it quick. I still need to take your measurements. The Lawson family party is coming up, and I have to get your suit ready in time.”
Collin’s smile lingered as he held her close, letting out a low chuckle. “Our brilliant designer Linsey always focused on the job. So professional.”
Linsey laughed, then gave the back of his neck a playful pinch. “Collin, focus.”
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Knowing she was only looking out for him, Collin finally released her, letting her get back to work.
“Alright, time to get my measurements taken.” Collin took half a step back, standing before Linsey with an easygoing stance. Lifting his arms lazily, he smirked. “I’ll cooperate however you need.”
Linsey had just picked up the measuring tape when a thought struck her. She glanced up. “Do your people already have your measurements on file?”
If they did, this whole process would be unnecessary.
Collin arched a brow, lying effortlessly. “Nope. No one’s ever designed clothes for me before. I usually just go with standard sizes—never needed custom measurements.”
Linsey narrowed her eyes. “Oh, really? Then how is it that every suit you own fits like it was made just for you?”
Seeing his bluff unravel, Collin shamelessly doubled down. “No idea. Must be a lucky coincidence. Either way, I don’t have my measurements on hand, so you’ll have to take them yourself.”
She saw right through him. This man just wanted an excuse to mess with her.
Still, after months of marriage, she had grown used to his antics—and maybe even enjoyed them a little.
“Alright then.” She shook her head with a smile. “Stand still.”
Linsey smoothed the measuring tape across Collin’s shoulders, stretching it from one wrist to the other.
“Raise your arms a little. I need to measure your chest,” she said. After noting the measurement, Linsey pulled the tape back and wrapped it around his chest, from front to back.
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