Chapter 1275:
When Cynthia slipped out of the room, Kylee leaned in closer to the mirror, fixing her makeup with eyes brimming with contempt. “Linsey, I’ll make you look bad in front of everyone.”
Elsewhere, Linsey emerged from the restroom, looking for Collin.
She soon spotted him alone in the lounge, quietly enjoying his wine while security formed a shield around him.
Anyone hoping to chat—be it hopeful socialites or eager executives—found themselves blocked before they could even try.
But as Linsey approached, the head bodyguard stepped forward and said, “Mrs. Riley, Mr. Riley has been waiting for you.”
After hearing the head bodyguard’s words, Linsey’s eyes automatically drifted over to Collin.
From his spot on the sofa, Collin’s gaze locked onto hers, his eyes quietly inviting her in.
Unable to hold his stare, Linsey shifted her eyes away, pretending she hadn’t noticed.
She didn’t get far before Collin reached out and drew her close, enveloping her in a warm embrace.
She tried to wriggle free, her voice barely above a whisper as she said, “Not here… People are everywhere. This is a formal gathering.”
“Let them stare,” Collin replied, his voice unbothered, his hand confidently tracing her back.
A sly grin crept onto his face. “I’m just holding my wife. Last I checked, that’s not a crime. Should I worry someone’s about to report me?”
He always had a way of twisting any situation to his advantage. Rather than argue with him, Linsey finally gave in and perched on his lap. Something about her seemed off, and Collin picked up on it instantly.
“Something bothering you?” he asked, his cool fingertips tracing her soft cheek, his voice low and magnetic.
No answer came from Linsey’s lips.
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Collin didn’t seem the least bit bothered by her silence. A crooked smile appeared, and he asked, “Did you step in something nasty on your way back from the restroom?”
That suggestion snapped her patience.
With a quick swipe, she knocked his hand away and glared, her eyes wide and furious. “Nothing around here is filthier than your mouth!”
Collin always managed to come up with the most maddening things to say. Her raised voice carried to the bodyguards nearby, making them stiffen and glance at one another, dreading Collin’s reaction.
Contrary to their fears, he seemed amused, quietly savoring her frustration like a child watching a ruffled bunny.
Instead of fuming, Collin laughed and pressed his wine-damp lips playfully against hers.
“Oh really?”
“Collin!” Linsey’s temper flared again as she balled her fist and landed a gentle punch on his solid chest.
Getting under her skin was Collin’s specialty, and he always managed to do it with hardly any effort.
