Chapter 1185:
Her voice rose, brittle with anger. “I’m warning you. Let me through!” But there wasn’t a flicker of response.
With her patience gone, Linsey threw herself at them, trying to shove her way past.
They didn’t budge an inch—solid as boulders.
Meanwhile, Linsey’s own desperation mounted, sweat trickling down her face as her efforts proved useless. Finally, fed up and breathless, she turned back toward Collin, fury burning in her eyes. Her voice came out in a tremulous shout.
“You’re insane! What exactly do you want from me?”
Collin barely flinched at her outburst, giving her a long, judging look before letting out a low, humorless laugh.
“You know exactly what I want from you.”
Linsey’s frustration spilled over. “I told you, I’m not about to move in with some lunatic!”
Her voice wavered with emotion, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I already have someone! Isn’t it bad enough you forced your way into my wedding? Now you want to control every part of my life too? How can you be so heartless?”
Collin, unfazed by the barrage of insults, simply lounged in his chair, his hands relaxed but his presence undeniably commanding. Not even a flicker of shame crossed his face.
He answered with chilling certainty, “You should be grateful. That so-called fiancé of yours left you to fend for yourself the moment things got tough. If I hadn’t stepped in, you’d still be blind to who he really is.”
“You—” Linsey’s head pounded with rage, her finger shaking as she tried, and failed, to protest.
Collin only seemed more amused by her flushed, tearful face. Without warning, he reached out and pulled her into his embrace.
His abrupt move left Linsey utterly stunned. A startled gasp slipped from her lips as she lost her footing, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck for support.
Linsey barely had time to react before Collin’s hand swept softly across her cheek, lingering longer than necessary. The velvet edge in his voice sent a shiver down her spine. “Why waste your sorrow on a man who isn’t worth a second glance? What exactly are you clinging to? Huh? Someone like me could treat you far better than he ever did.”
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A resounding smack echoed through the room as Linsey’s palm met his face, snapping his head to the side and painting a harsh red streak across his cheekbone.
Startled gasps broke from the bodyguards. “Mr. Riley!” Disbelief colored every word.
He paid his men no mind, cold fury swirling in his eyes as he locked his gaze on her.
A heartbeat later, his grip closed around her neck, voice turning low and dangerous. “You dare lay a hand on me?”
Linsey choked for air, her features twisting in pain, her hands clawing frantically at his wrist.
Wrenching herself free at last, she skipped the chance to breathe and shoved against his chest, scrambling upright and stumbling backward several paces. Not until she had put a safe gap between them did she meet his glare, her own gaze blazing with defiance, no trace of fear—just pure, unfiltered fury.
