Chapter 1401:
“Linsey?” Dustin called after her, but the door slammed shut, cutting him off.
Instead of clarity, he was left even more perplexed. Turning to Collin, he asked, “Did you upset her?”
“I didn’t.” Collin’s voice was cold, his handsome face tight with tension, a storm darkening his expression.
Dustin stepped closer. “Still denying it? I’m not blind—I saw Linsey’s eyes all red.”
“Then why ask?” Snapping in irritation, Collin couldn’t be bothered to explain. His gaze never left the direction Linsey had gone. His long fingers clenched around the cup without him realizing it.
It was just a cup of iced latte, yet she acted as if she had been wronged. If Dustin could drink it, why couldn’t he? And Dustin wasn’t even going to drink it.
The more Collin thought about it, the tighter his grip became. Cream began to ooze from the lid under the pressure of his hand.
“Hey!” Dustin’s heart leapt as he hurried forward. “The project files for this afternoon’s meeting are on the table—don’t ruin them!”
He snatched the documents to safety, then noticed something strange. His eyes dropped to the drink in Collin’s hand. “Wait, don’t you hate sweet stuff? Since when do you like iced lattes?”
No sooner had the words left his mouth than he found himself staring into Collin’s murderous glare.
A chill ran down Dustin’s back. “What’s with that look all of a sudden?”
“This is your fault,” Collin snapped, offering no explanation.
Dustin blinked, baffled. “My fault? What did I even do?”
He truly hadn’t done a thing—and up to now, he still had no idea what was happening.
Collin ignored him, wiped his hand clean, and began maneuvering his wheelchair.
“Collin, where are you going?” Dustin called after him.
But Collin didn’t answer. He pushed the door open and left without a glance. The office door slammed shut so hard the frame shook.
As his longtime friend, Dustin knew instantly that Collin was furious.
He might usually come off cold and sharp-tongued, untouchable—but when anger truly took hold, no one could withstand it. The question was… what on earth had set him off this time?
Scratching his head, Dustin frowned. He had only taken a nap—how had everything flipped upside down already?
Outside, Collin didn’t head out of the building. Instead, he wheeled toward the restroom. Even after wiping his hand with tissues, the stickiness clung to him, leaving him uncomfortable. He wanted to wash properly before going to find Linsey.
As luck would have it, just as he stepped out, the ladies’ room door across the hall opened. Linsey came out. Their eyes met mid-hall.
The moment Collin saw her red, swollen eyes, he knew—she had been crying.
All that over a cup of iced latte? It wasn’t worth crying over. His gaze lingered on her, a restless frustration stirring in his chest.
