Chapter 1192:
It genuinely never crossed her mind that he would be the one to break her fall. The spell barely settled before Collin’s quiet voice cut through.
“Are you planning to melt in my arms all morning?”
Color surged to Linsey’s cheeks as embarrassment snapped her back to the present.
Flustered, she managed a quick apology and slipped out of his hold, making sure not to meet his eyes.
Whatever words Collin might have said next died on his lips when he noticed the toppled suitcase, a crease appearing between his brows.
Meanwhile, Linsey, oblivious to his irritation, busied herself gathering her scattered belongings, crouched by the battered case.
Clothes and belongings tumbled out across the floor—her suitcase, once neatly packed, had burst open in the chaos.
A new idea took shape. If hauling the whole thing upstairs was impossible, she might as well split up the load and take several trips.
Resolved, Linsey scooped up an armful of items and started for the stairs.
Before she could move, Collin’s voice cut through.
“Hold up.”
Curiosity and irritation mingled as she halted. “What is it now?”
He pointed directly at the bundle clutched to her chest, his look sharp and suspicious. “What exactly have you wrapped up in those clothes?”
Instinct kicked in. Linsey took a defensive step back, eyes wide with alarm. “It’s none of your concern.”
Those hidden parcels were her own carefully guarded secrets—her weapons, tucked away last night. No way was she letting him see them.
Collin ignored her protest, his tone cold and absolute. “Give them to me. I want to see for myself.”
Rather than give in, Linsey clutched her things even closer, suspicion flickering in her gaze as she kept her eyes fixed on him. Every inch of her posture radiated stubborn refusal—she wasn’t about to let him see what she was hiding.
As he saw her resistance, Collin’s patience ran thin. He pulled out his phone and made a show of it, his voice full of threat. “Maybe it’s time for the Wells Group to close its doors for good.”
“Stop!” Fear overtook Linsey’s expression as she lunged forward, thrusting the bundled items at him in a rush. “Take them. Just promise me you won’t touch Felix’s business!”
That was enough for Collin, who tucked away his phone and began peeling back layers of clothing to see what she had tried to hide.
The contents were almost laughable—just a pair of pepper spray canisters, meant for personal safety.
Curiosity piqued, Collin rolled his wheelchair closer to where her suitcase lay. The previous chaos had been covered up by two of Linsey’s jackets, an attempt at quick concealment.
Alarm bells rang in Linsey’s mind, and she reached out, trying to intercept him. She was too late.
Even as her warning started to form, Collin had already tossed aside the jackets.
Staring down into the opened suitcase, he discovered more than just a few shirts—there were ten pepper spray canisters, half a dozen stun batons, three collapsible nightsticks, six portable alarms, and a single, hefty dumbbell. What he had assumed to be heavy from clothing alone turned out to be an arsenal. A short, incredulous laugh escaped him.
