Chapter 1208:
Linsey was so furious she could barely find the words. For a split second, she actually pictured smashing the plate over his head. All he ever did was twist everything to suit himself.
Why did he act like he was the only one who felt wronged? If anything, she was far more upset.
Still, Linsey knew better than to push him further because she knew Collin always had a way of getting what he wanted.
Left with no choice, Linsey swallowed her pride and gave in, stomping off to the kitchen to do as he ordered.
Not long after, Linsey returned with a freshly cooked steak, dropping the plate on the table with a heavy thud and a look that could kill. “Here. Satisfied?”
Collin picked up his knife and fork, moving with the same poised elegance as always while he cut into the steak.
Linsey watched every move, her expression tense but a spark of mischief flickering in her eyes. She had gone out of her way to douse the steak with a secret blend of fiery chili sauce—subtle enough to hide, but sure to ignite his senses.
Just picturing Collin’s reaction nearly made her laugh, and she bit down on her lip to keep it in.
By then, Collin had already sliced off a bite of steak and brought it to his lips. The moment the spicy meat hit his tongue, he hesitated ever so slightly, barely a flicker.
In the blink of an eye, he regained his composure and carried on as if nothing had happened.
Linsey missed the fleeting change on his face. Still oblivious, she ventured, “So, how is it?”
“Not bad,” Collin said, his tone steady and compelling, betraying nothing. “This steak actually tops Roland’s. From now on, breakfast is your responsibility.”
“What?” Linsey couldn’t hide her shock.
Collin actually complimenting her steak was the last thing she expected. It made no sense. Did he secretly have a taste for spicy food?
Linsey was genuinely confused.
With a sly glint in his eyes, Collin carved off another piece and brought it to her lips, his voice smooth and inviting. “See for yourself. It’s fantastic. Have a bite.”
Curiosity got the better of her, so Linsey didn’t refuse. She leaned in, tasting the steak straight from his fork.
The instant she began to chew, heat burst across her tongue, scorching her senses like an erupting volcano. Her head spun, her skin tingled, and the fiery flavor rocketed straight to her brain.
Linsey clamped a hand over her mouth, turning away as she coughed, her throat tightening until she could barely breathe. Watching her struggle, Collin finally dropped the act.
He set down his utensils and downed his coffee in a single gulp. The sharp bite of black coffee smothered the fiery heat lingering on his tongue.
As the truth dawned on her, Linsey’s eyes flew wide, and she asked, “You set me up?”
Collin’s reply was icy. “You tried to pull a fast one first.”
He handed her a glass of milk, his gaze cool. “Don’t make a habit of it.”
