Chapter 739
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Then it hit him—Contestant No. 3 had been dyeing a T-shirt during the presentation.
He remembered the fabric, soaked and dripping wet. Yet by the end of the round, it had started drying.
Now it made sense—the temperature in Booth 3 had been turned up.
Had the designer felt faint or dizzy in that heat?
Thinking of Linsey possibly enduring all that made Collin’s chest tighten.
He was only a few steps away from Booth 3 when his pace slowed.
His gaze fixed on the bright light ahead. In a flash, the memory of their divorce four years ago came rushing back—the courthouse, the silence, the way she had walked away.
Every night since then, he had dreamed of Linsey.
And now, just moments away from seeing her again, Collin found himself frozen.
His heart raced, not with excitement, but fear. He feared she still carried the pain. He feared the anger she had every right to feel. And most of all, he feared that after everything, she might never forgive him.
Collin didn’t know how to earn Linsey’s forgiveness—if she still hated him.
The thought alone made his chest tighten.
Just then, the staff member called out again from behind. “Mr. Riley, why do you want to see Contestant No. 3? I can pass along your message.”
R𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝒯h𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 🅐t g𝓐l𝓷ovєls.𝓬•𝓶
Collin was about to decline when a voice came from the booth ahead.
“Who’s there?”
Footsteps followed, drawing closer.
His heart skipped a beat. He looked up instinctively.
But before the figure fully stepped out, his hope began to fade. It wasn’t Linsey.
Caylee emerged with a calm expression. She glanced at Collin, then turned politely to the staff member. “Is something wrong?”
The staff member stiffened, nervously clasping her hands. “This is Mr. Riley. He’s the founder of CR Corporation. He said he wanted to meet you…”
Caylee’s brows lifted with faint curiosity. “Oh? Why would he want to meet me? The results haven’t even been announced.”
“Y-yes, that’s true,” the staff member replied awkwardly, unsure how to explain further.
After a short pause, Collin fixed Caylee with a piercing stare. His voice dropped. “Are you Aurora Bright?”
He wasn’t entirely sure—but something felt off.
Caylee’s expression shifted slightly. She didn’t answer. Instead, she turned to the staff member, her eyes narrowing in confusion. “I thought you said the designer booths were kept confidential. How does he know who I am?”
The staff member bowed slightly, clearly flustered. “So sorry, Ms. Bright. But I promise, this won’t affect the competition. Mr. Riley was just intrigued by your design.”
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