Chapter 211 I''m Not Moving Until You Forgiv...
Linsey''s teeth sank into Collin''s arm, breaking the skin with a sharp sting. Blood welled up almost immediately.
She tasted it, her eyes widening in shock, before quickly pulling away. The mark she left behind-bloodied and raw-was
undeniable.
Her chest tightened; she was torn between confusion and something darker.
Why didn''t he pull away? Was he numb? Was he really okay with this?
Collin inhaled slowly, his gaze drifting to the mark on his arm. A quiet chuckle escaped him, followed by a low, teasing
voice. "So, how''s that? Feel better? If not, I can let you take a few more bites until you''re done with your anger."
Linsey stared at him, incredulous, but his face remained asposed as ever. After a long silence, she blurted, "Collin, are
you out of your mind? I bit you so hard you''re bleeding, and you still won''t let go?"
Collin''s voice was steady, unwavering. "I''m not letting go, no matter what. Linsey, please don''t be angry. I can''t picture my life without you."
Her gaze flickered to his arm, blood staining his skin. "You''re bleeding," she said sharply.
He shrugged it off, unfazed. "I knew."
She tried to pull away again, but his grip only tightened, unyielding. Her eyes widened in disbelief, and her teeth clenched.
"Collin, you''re bleeding! Let go of me, and I''ll take you inside to get that dressed."
He stared at her, unblinking, his resolve unwavering. "I''m not moving until you forgive me. Besides, now you can stay here
with me and enjoy the view of the garden."
"You..." She fumed, momentarily speechless, the anger simmering inside her.
But as his blood continued to seep out, her worry crept in, slowly overwhelming her.
Sighing in frustration, she closed her eyes, giving in.
She couldn''t help but wonder why she was always so soft when it came to him.
"Fine, I won''t run off. Let go, and I''ll take care of your wound," she said, taking a slow, controlled breath.
But Collin didn''t budge. He was too afraid that if he let go, she might slip away again.
If this misunderstanding wasn''t cleared up tonight, he feared she might never speak to him again.
Linsey waited, counting the seconds before frustration began to edge into her voice. "Collin, are you going to let go or not?"
"Will you run off again?" he asked, his voice low.
00%
19:42
100.0%
Chapter 211 I''m Not Moving Until You Forgive Me
"No, I won''t!" Linsey bit out, her tone almost amused by her own exasperation. "You may enjoy lying here staring at the
stars, but I''m not that patient."
He clenched his jaw, then released her, his concern growing that she might catch a cold from lying on the damp grass.
Without a word, Linsey sat up quickly, her movements sharp and purposeful.
When she looked back at him, their eyes locked for a moment. She noticed the cautious uncertainty in his expression.
She didn''t leave as she could have. Instead, she helped him to his feet, guiding him back to his wheelchair with gentle
assurance.
"Let''s go inside and get that cleaned up," she said, her voice calmer now.
By the time she wheeled him into the living room, her nerves had settled, though the weight of the evening still hung in
the air.
She retrieved the first aid kit, her hands steady as she carefully examined the wound on his arm.
It wasn''t until she had the wound in front of her that she realized how badly she had bitten him.
A knot of unease twisted in her chest. Her anger had been overwhelming, and in the heat of the moment, she had put
everything into that bite.
The bite was deeper than she thought. It made sense now why the blood kepting.
As she carefully cleaned the wound, she felt a subtle shift-his eyes were on her.
For a split second, she froze, caught off guard. Quickly, she turned her attention back to his arm, feeling the heat rise to
her face.
10:42 0