Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115 Sharing A Bed

Is Only Natural

Linsey went rigid, shock crashing over her like a wave. For a moment, she wasn’t even sure she had heard him right.

“What? Say that again.” Her voice barely rose above a whisper, uncertainty threading through the words.

Collin’s expression didn’t shift. His tone stayed level, unwavering. “I said, move into the master bedroom. We sleep

together.”

Her breath caught. A tremor crept into her voice. “You’re serious?”

Was this really the same Collin?

The day she moved in, he had been livid, his fury sharp enough to cut. He hadn’t just refused her presence–he had all but

thrown her out.

And now here he was, casually suggesting she move in and share a bed with him.

The shock on her face didn’t escape him. A strange, unshakable tension settled in his chest–an emotion he couldn’t quite name. Still, his expression remained as unreadable as ever.

“We’re married. Sharing a bed is only natural.” As if sensing her hesitation, he turned sharply to Josh and gave a firm order. “Josh, have someone pack Linsey’s things and move them into my room.”

“Yes, Mr. Riley,” Josh responded swiftly. As he turned to leave, the faintest hint of a smile tugged at his lips.

He had been waiting for this moment for what felt like forever.

Linsey had been living in Collin’s villa for days, yet only now were they finally sharing a room.

They were both adults. With no barriers left between them, it was only a matter of time before their relationship took the

next step.

Maybe, before long, they would start a family.

The servants worked with quiet efficiency, and soon, all of Linsey’s belongings were transferred to Collin’s room.

As they finished their walk, Collin turned to Linsey. “You should go ahead and wash up first.”

She clung to his words like a lifeline, grateful for the excuse to escape. Springing to her feet, she hurried toward the

master bedroom.

It wasn’t her first time stepping inside, but somehow, tonight felt different. A quiet tension settled in her chest.

Collin’s room, much like the man himself, was cold in its restraint–stark, meticulously arranged, with not a single unnecessary detail. Muted shades dominated the space, devoid of warmth or brightness.

Yet beneath its calculated minimalism, the room carried his presence: cool, commanding and unshakable.

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Standing in the middle of the room, she felt an odd, almost suffocating sense that he had a hold on her–completely.