Chapter 1325:
Roland, sensing the tension, spoke softly to Linsey. “Mrs. Riley, it seems Mr. Riley has some serious misconceptions about you. Perhaps addressing them could ease things.”
Linsey gave a casual shrug. “Don’t worry. He’ll come around eventually.”
The following morning, Linsey stirred awake before her alarm.
Opening her eyes, she was startled to see Collin still in the room, his silhouette catching her off guard. Typically, he would be up and gone by now, but today he lingered.
As she started to speak, she noticed him holding her phone, and her drowsiness vanished instantly.
“Collin!” Her voice sharp with anger, she flung off the covers and leapt out of bed, barefoot, snatching the phone from his hand.
“How could you be so unreasonable? I’ve told you over and over that I’m not cheating on you, and still, you’re snooping through my phone while I’m asleep!” she fumed.
Collin, unruffled, listened to her outburst before calmly asking, “Are you done?”
Linsey’s temper flared brighter. “Not even close!”
Early that morning, she unleashed a torrent of sharp words at him. Perhaps her tone was too cutting, as Collin’s face darkened, his presence turning icy and formidable. Yet he didn’t interrupt, waiting until she had exhausted her tirade before speaking in a frigid tone. “Done venting? Now hand me my phone.”
“Your phone? This is obviously mine…” Linsey lifted the device as she spoke, but her words faltered when her finger accidentally brushed the screen, revealing the wallpaper. She froze, stunned.
It wasn’t her phone. How could she have made such a mistake? Linsey was dumbfounded.
She quickly turned the phone over, spotting her own identical model on the bedside table. Both phones, the same color and model, lacked cases, causing her blunder.
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Her face flushed with embarrassment as she returned the phone to him. “I… I really thought it was mine.”
“Obviously,” Collin replied with a biting edge as he took the phone.
Linsey knew he was mocking her, but aware of her mistake, she couldn’t retort and stood there, sheepish.
Just then, her phone on the bedside table buzzed, saving her from the awkward moment.
Her eyes brightened as she seized the opportunity, grabbing the device.
The call was from the bakery owner from last night, his gravelly voice unmistakable. “Your cake from yesterday is ready, ma’am. Would you like it delivered, or will you pick it up?”
“Perfect, thank you,” Linsey said with a bright smile after hearing that the cake was ready. “I’ll be there shortly.”
She still needed to pick up groceries and buy a birthday gift for Collin, and since the bakery was nearby, it made sense to collect the cake herself. That way, if anything went wrong, she could address it immediately. The thought alone made her feel quietly content.
On the other end of the line, the bakery owner said something that made Linsey laugh softly, her smile deepening with warmth.
