Chapter 853
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Gorman carried the sleeping Zenia inside, cradling her like a fragile doll. He laid her gently on the bed and pulled the blanket over her with care, moving as quietly as a shadow.
Linsey stood by the door, arms crossed, watching him with cold, sharp eyes. There was no warmth in her gaze—only bitter scorn.
When Gorman finally stepped out and shut the door softly behind him, Linsey spoke, her voice like ice. “Gorman, sometimes I wonder… Who are you, really, beneath all that charm?”
At her words, Gorman arched an eyebrow, amused. His eyes locked onto hers, playful yet dangerous.
“Linsey, I’ve always been myself with you. You’re the one who refuses to see me as I am. Just look at yourself right now. I must say, enjoy this—having your full attention.”
Disgust rose in Linsey like a bitter tide. She shuddered, unable to hide it. Through gritted teeth, she spat, “I’m watching you because I don’t trust you. I need to know what you’re planning—for me, for my children!”
Gorman tilted his head, acting like he was puzzled. “Linsey, you wound me. Why would I ever hurt you or your little ones?”
As he spoke, he stepped closer, his face wearing a mask of false tenderness that made Linsey’s skin crawl.
Her heart pounded like a drum in her chest. Every instinct screamed danger.
𝗧𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗻 g⍶𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹐ⅽ𝗼𝗺
Without thinking, she stepped back quickly, almost stumbling in her rush to get away from him.
“Linsey, haven’t I made my feelings clear enough for you? Do you really think I could ever hurt you?” Gorman asked softly, a slight frown tugging at his brow.
Linsey’s fists tightened at her sides.
She made a silent vow. If Gorman dared try anything, she would fight him with every ounce of strength she had left.
But Gorman seemed completely unmoved by her defiance. He looked at her with a soft, almost tender expression before continuing, “As for you and Collin’s children…”
He let out a small, mocking laugh. “I’ve never cared about them. In truth, I can’t stand the sight of them. Any kindness I showed was only because of you.”
Shock washed over Linsey, leaving her wide-eyed.
For four long years, every time Gorman had been around the children, he had been patient and kind—gentle in ways she had never seen before.
And now he claimed it was all an act? A cold performance just to stay close to her?
Had he been planning this from the moment he asked her to go abroad with him?
But why?
Linsey couldn’t wrap her mind around it. What could possibly be worth such a long game?
Gorman’s voice turned cold, flat as stone, yet it still sent a chill crawling down her spine.
“Zenia, at least, is easy on the eyes. She looks so much like you did as a child. Being around her feels like I’m spending time with a younger version of you.”
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