Chapter 1244:
Once again, Linsey found herself trapped in speechless fury, her entire body quaking with the force of her suppressed rage.
After several more rounds of this exhausting battle, she finally surrendered, unwilling to waste another ounce of energy on his childish demands. With heavy resignation, she accepted her fate of preparing his meal.
Collin watched her storm off, unable to suppress the victorious grin spreading across his face.
In his mind, Linsey was clearly the type of woman who protested loudly but secretly enjoyed being told what to do. After all, she had claimed she wouldn’t cook for him, yet here she was, practically racing to the kitchen to do exactly that.
Dawn broke over another day, and Linsey dragged herself down the stairs with a jaw-cracking yawn, dark circles shadowing her eyes like bruises.
The memory of last night’s ordeal with Collin haunted her thoughts like a recurring nightmare.
His behavior had reached new levels of insanity. No sooner had she finished making some spaghetti than he was already barking orders for her to march back downstairs and get him a glass of water.
What made it even more exasperating was how Collin transformed into a complete nightmare after filling his stomach. Sleep eluded him, and he refused to grant Linsey any peace either. Deep into the night, he demanded she spin tales to lull him into slumber.
Fairy tales earned his instant scorn, jokes were swiftly dismissed, and his twisted preference demanded horror stories exclusively.
Poor Linsey found herself frantically searching online for suitable tales to read aloud.
The cruel irony struck hard when he drifted off with blissful contentment while she remained bolt upright, trembling with terror until the first light of dawn.
Morning found Linsey dragging herself to the dining table where Collin already sat waiting.
Their gazes locked, and the grudge from last night’s torment still burned fresh in her mind. She offered no greeting, simply yanked out her chair and collapsed into it.
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Collin appeared completely unbothered and casually opened the conversation. “You’re coming with me somewhere later.”
Those words made Linsey freeze mid-yawn, her hand still pressed against her mouth.
Reading her face like an open book, Collin immediately pressed further. “What, you don’t want to go?”
“Exactly right.” Linsey’s honesty cut through the morning air without hesitation.
Collin showed no irritation at her blunt rejection. His knife and fork moved with deliberate precision as he continued cutting his food, speaking with calm authority. “Aren’t you even curious about where we’re going?”
“Not in the slightest.” Linsey’s response came flat and emotionless before she drained nearly half her milk in one long gulp.
Last night’s sleepless ordeal had left her completely drained, and Roland’s early morning knock about breakfast had only made things worse. Drowsiness weighed down every fiber of her being, and all she craved was to finish this meal and crawl back under her covers. Venturing anywhere was her absolute last priority.
She assumed the topic would die there, that Collin wouldn’t push any further. But he proved as unpredictable as ever.
