Chapter 952

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Linsey’s words sparked something genuine in Dolores’ expression, chasing away the shadows that had settled there moments before.
Relief flooded through Linsey at the sight.
After a thoughtful pause, Dolores shifted upright against the headboard, her earlier melancholy seemingly forgotten. “Speaking of plans, when are you and Collin planning to get married?”
The question caught Linsey off guard. “Honestly? We haven’t even discussed it,” she admitted. “Between Haven’s situation and whatever we’ll need to handle with Gorman’s parents, getting married feels like the least of our priorities right now.”
Truth be told, without Dolores bringing it up, the thought might never have crossed Linsey’s mind.
More telling still, Collin hadn’t mentioned remarriage either.
Ever since their heart-to-heart at the bridal shop, they had simply fallen back into rhythm together, no grand declarations needed.
Years of history had a way of doing that. Even after four years apart, they moved around each other with the easy familiarity of people who had shared a lifetime.
Words felt superfluous when understanding ran this deep between them.
Linsey was convinced that Collin truly loved her. As long as their little family of four could find peace together, that felt like enough.
Dolores’ situation worried her far more than her own.
Linsey looked at Dolores’ face, silently willing Dustin to fight harder for what they had had.
“Rest a little longer,” Linsey murmured, smoothing the blanket around Dolores’ shoulders. “I’ll check on Collin’s progress in the kitchen and call you when dinner’s ready.”
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Dolores nodded, her body already surrendering to exhaustion. The amusement park had drained her more than she had realized, despite Dustin bearing the brunt of babysitting the children.
Linsey slipped from the room moments later, her footsteps barely disturbing the quiet.
Collin emerged from the kitchen. At the sight of her, he made his way toward her.
After a quick glance toward the bedroom, Linsey caught his wrist and gently pulled him toward the quiet balcony.
“What’s going on?” Collin’s eyebrow arched at her conspiratorial manner, amusement flickering across his features.
Linsey dropped her voice to barely above a whisper. “What do you know about Dustin’s family situation? Do you know what his mother is like?”
The inquiry didn’t catch Collin off guard.
The moment he had noticed Dustin’s absence, he had sensed trouble brewing beneath the surface.
Years of friendship stretched between him and Dustin, roots running deep from childhood.
After they graduated, Dustin had thrown himself into helping establish CR Corporation with unwavering dedication.
Those shared experiences had given Collin insight into Dustin’s character that few others possessed.
He recognized something different in Dustin’s pursuit of Dolores, a determination that went beyond casual interest.
Otherwise, Collin wouldn’t have allowed Dustin to get close to Dolores.
Dolores meant a lot to Linsey, after all.
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