Chapter 1292:
“I never said it was you,” he replied, giving her a pointed look before glancing at the balcony.
His voice went casual. “But that rope suits the balcony more than a noose. Perfect for climbing down, don’t you think?”
If she didn’t get it now, she would be a fool.
She shot to her feet, furious. “So you knew I was going to do that, and you still mocked me about hanging myself?”
“I just said what came to mind. You confessed on your own,” Collin corrected, annoyingly mild.
Her anger flared hot. She hurled the rope of sheets at him. “Collin, you’re impossible!” she shouted, breathless with rage.
Surprisingly, Collin showed no sign of anger this time. Instead, he murmured softly, “Are you really so desperate to go out?”
“Absolutely,” Linsey replied, tossing a pillow in his direction.
Collin quickly raised his arm, effortlessly deflecting the pillow. It landed on the floor with a soft thud, not even brushing his hair.
Linsey reached for another pillow, ready to express her frustration by launching it at him.
At that moment, Collin let out a weary sigh. “Enough with the throwing. If you’re so set on going out, then just go.”
Linsey froze, her expression lacking any joy. Instead, she eyed him suspiciously. Earlier, he had been firm about keeping her home. This sudden change in attitude made her wary. She sensed he was up to something.
Collin caught the doubt in her gaze and immediately understood her thoughts.
Cutting to the chase, he said, “I don’t like it when you get upset and argue with me. Just say you’re sorry, and I’ll let you leave.”
“I haven’t done anything wrong, so I’m not apologizing,” Linsey declared, standing her ground.
Collin’s face darkened, his frustration clear. Before he could respond, Linsey added, “But I can promise I won’t flirt with anyone while I’m out, and I’ll be back on time.”
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Eventually, they reached a mutual understanding.
Linsey felt a wave of relief wash over her, finally reclaiming the freedom she had longed for.
Collin had arranged for a driver to take her. As she settled into the car, the driver politely asked, “Mrs. Riley, where are we headed?”
“To Felix’s company, the Wells Group,” Linsey replied, stating her destination.
At the Wells Group, Linsey walked into the Fashion Design Department, where her former coworkers eagerly surrounded her, thrilled to see her. “Linsey, we’ve been counting down the days for your return!”
“Linsey, you’ve got to back us up.”
The group surrounded her, their voices blending with complaints about Joanna, the newly appointed design director.
This was exactly why Linsey had insisted on visiting Felix’s company today.
She turned to one of her colleagues and asked, “Where’s Mr. Wells?”
“You picked a rough time to come, Linsey. Word is, Mr. Wells was in an accident and is in the hospital. He hasn’t been back to the office yet.” The colleague leaned in, eager to share gossip. “Some of the team visited him yesterday. They could barely recognize him—his face was so swollen, definitely from a beating. No one knows who did it.”
