Chapter 8

 8:
As she mentally mapped out how to redecorate, Collin suddenly appeared, rolling himself into view.
His gaze fixed on her, his eyes dark and unreadable. He hadn’t expected Dustin to be right—Linsey had actually come back.
Though surprised, he didn’t let it show, his face impassive. His eyes dropped to the suitcase behind her.
“You’ve been gone this long just to pack this little?”
Of course not. She also took the time to teach Felix and Joanna a lesson. Though Linsey’s thoughts wandered down that bitter path, she simply answered, her voice soft and neutral,
“This place is a bit remote. Plus, I’ve never been here before. I got lost and wandered around for a while before finally finding it. That’s why it took so long.”
Collin gave a slight nod, his expression unreadable as he turned his wheelchair.
“Follow me.”
Linsey followed swiftly, her steps light but hesitant. Her gaze flickered toward the wheelchair, her mind debating whether she should offer to help. Before she could settle on an answer, he stopped.
The room was on the first floor. Linsey glanced inside, her eyes quickly taking in the bare walls and minimalist furnishings. Like the rest of the villa, it felt devoid of warmth, yet clean and orderly.
“Am I staying in this room tonight?” she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
Collin caught her gaze out of the corner of his eye, a faint smirk curling at the edges of his lips as he replied coolly,
“Yes, you’ll stay here—with me.”
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Linsey froze, her heart stuttering in her chest. Her eyes widened in shock, and she stared at him, unable to comprehend what he had just said.
“What… did you just say?”
Her pulse quickened. Had he just implied they were going to sleep together tonight?
Linsey instinctively wanted to refuse. Ever since she and Felix had started dating, he had subtly pushed for more intimacy.
But Linsey had always imagined saving that part of herself for her wedding night, sharing her first time with her husband. So far, her relationship with Felix had been about gentle touches—hand-holding, hugs, nothing more.
But now, she barely knew Collin. They had only met once, and now she was expected to share a bed with him? It was all happening too fast for her to process.
Collin, however, seemed unfazed by her stunned expression. His tone was even, almost detached, as he said,
“We’re married. Isn’t it natural for us to sleep together?”
He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied her. Then, without warning, he added,
“Or… do you feel uncomfortable because I’m disabled?”
Linsey was ready to explain, but before she could say a word, she caught the fleeting shadow of self-mockery crossing his face.
“Apologies,” he murmured, his voice suddenly thick with bitterness. “Of course, no one would accept a disabled husband.”
Linsey’s heart clenched, and she quickly cut him off, her voice urgent.
“No, no! I don’t feel that way at all!”
She took a steadying breath, her tone firm with a trace of resolve.
“We’re married now. Sharing a bed is what married couples do. I’m cool with that.”
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