The tension between them thickened like a storm cloud, ready to burst. Linsey trembled slightly but remained resolute, while Collin radiated fury.

Roland shifted nervously behind her, terrified that Collin might accidentally pull the trigger or worse, hurt Linsey. But then, something unexpected happened.

Collin lowered the gun.

Roland blinked in disbelief, half-convinced he was hallucinating. Everyone knew: when Collin was angry, there was no reasoning with him. No one dared confront him except, apparently, Linsey.

A woman who, despite having just married him, could cut through his rage with a few sharp words.

Without saying another word, Collin cast Linsey a final, smoldering glare, then wheeled himself away.

Linsey stood still, heart hammering, her breath shallow. Only when he was gone did her tightly coiled nerves begin to unwind.

Once the crisis passed, Linsey turned to Roland with genuine concern. Are you alright?

I m fine, thank you, Roland replied, offering a grateful smile.

Initially, Roland hadn t paid much attention to Linsey before entering the house. However, her brave intervention had caught his interest, and he found himself studying her with newfound respect. May I have your name? he asked warmly.

Linsey s smile remained polite. Linsey.

The butler committed the name to memory, something subtle shifting in his expression.

Over the following minutes, he gently probed into Linsey s background with seemingly casual questions. She answered openly, seeing no reason to hide anything.

When Collin eventually called her upstairs, Roland slipped away to make a discreet phone call.

Someone picked up on the first ring.

Fresh updates available at galno e?s?c?m

Glancing around nervously, Roland cupped his hand over the phone and whispered, Mrs. Riley, it s me.

That evening brought new arrangements. Roland remained at the house as instructed, officially there to attend to Collin while secretly monitoring the couple s every interaction.

After dinner, Linsey lingered at the dining table, planning to send Felix a message.

Just as she began typing her concerns, Collin s voice cut through her thoughts. Linsey.

Her head snapped up instinctively, wariness flickering in her eyes. What do you want?

Nothing good ever came from him using her name in that particular tone. True to form, Collin s next words carried an unmistakable command. Are you finished eating? If so, come help me with my bath.

Linsey stared at him in disbelief, wondering if her ears had deceived her or if he had truly lost his mind.

Are you kidding? Reality crashed back into her as she snapped those words out, her entire body language screaming rejection. You re perfectly capable of handling this yourself. Why on earth would you need me to help you bathe?

I m disabled, he stated flatly, his frown deepening.

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