Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After novel Chapter 177

Chapter 177 Don’t You Recognize Your Own…

“I am not the scoundrel! You are!” Linsey retorted, her voice thick with drunken defiance.

Collin chuckled, finding her drunken bravado adorable. He reached out and playfully pinched her cheek. “Linsey, come back to reality. Don’t you recognize your own husband?”

Linsey furrowed her brow, confusion clouding her features “My husband? When did I get married?”

She swatted his hand away. “You’re definitely not my husband.”

Collin’s eyes narrowed, his voice deepening. “Linsey, I’ve warned you about this. Don’t say things you don’t mean.”

Linsey’s lower lip jutted out in a defiant pout, ready to fire back.

“If you keep spouting nonsense,” he murmured, leaning in close. “I’ll kiss you.”

Linsey’s eyes widened in alarm. She clapped her hands over her mouth as if to physically prevent him from stealing

another kiss.

“Scoundrel…” she mumbled, shooting him a venomous glare.

Collin leaned back with a snort.

He couldn’t quite decipher whether Linsey was genuinely intoxicated or merely putting on an act.

Even in her supposedly inebriated state, she still seemed remarkably aware of her surroundings. Her cleverness, as always,

shone through.

However, he didn’t have the time to ponder her true level of intoxication.

Maintaining a neutral expression, he instructed the driver, “Take us home.”

“Yes, Mr. Riley,” the driver acknowledged.

Collin couldn’t suppress the memory of Linsey’s last drunken escapade the sheer chaos she had unleashed. A flicker of apprehension ran through him; he hoped she wouldn’t cause another scene.

If they were alone, he wouldn’t have minded indulging her playful antics.

But not now. They had an audience.

Thankfully, Linsey seemed to calm down during the drive.

The effects of the single drink quickly wore off, and her head soon drooped to the side as she succumbed to sleep.

Collin noticed insey’s head drooping precariously close to the car window. He gently reached out and guided her head in

A smile touched his lips as he reached for a blanket in the car and draped it over her, ensuring she stayed warm.

He carefully removed her coat and shoes, then tucked the blanket securely around her.

He then turned to leave, his expression a mixture of tenderness and longing.

Suddenly, Linsey stirred, tugging at the collar of her clothes restlessly. “It’s so hot…” she mumbled in her sleep.

Collin turned back to see her pulling at her collar, trying to loosen her clothes.

Her skin, usually concealed beneath her clothes, was now exposed to his gaze. Collin’s eyes darkened, and his breath

hitched.

He inhaled deeply, returning to the bedside. Fighting back a surge of desire, he carefully adjusted the blanket to cover her properly.

“Stay still, okay?” he murmured softly.

Linsey’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze hazy. She reached out, grasping his hand on the blanket, and whispered, “Don’t go…”

He gazed intently at her face, flushed from the alcohol, her sweet scent filling his senses.

“What was that?” he asked, his voice a low, tender rumble, as if afraid to startle her.

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