Chapter 910:


    “Collin, when did you arrive?” Gorman sauntered to Linsey’s side and, with deliberate casualness, ced his hand at the nape of her neck, his fingertips exerting subtle pressure against her skin. This seemingly innocuous gesture instantly demolished Linsey’s resolve like a house of cards.


    Fear shed across Linsey’s eyes, her pupils constricting into tiny points of dread. She couldn’t tell the truth. Zenia remained firmly within Gorman’s grasp—her daughter’s life wasn’t something she dared gamble with.


    With this crushing realization, Linsey bit back her defiance, her jaw clenched tight as she turned away coldly, avoiding the intensity of Collin’s questioning gaze. Perhaps Collin had merely inquired without deeper intentions. Divulging everything now would not only jeopardize her safety but potentially doom both Zenia and Caylee, still ensnared in Gorman’s treacherous web.


    When he noted Linsey’s telling silence, Gorman’s lips curved into a satisfied smirk. He cast a meaningful nce downward at her before addressing the stone-faced Collin with chilling precision. “Miss Walton informed us you were otherwise upied this afternoon. Finished early?”


    Without missing a beat, Gorman continued with an air of smug triumph, “Both Linsey and I appreciate your kind wishes. Rest assured, we’ll return the favor at your wedding to Haven.”


    Linsey dropped her gaze to the floor, concealing the ocean of despair threatening to drown her. So it was true—Collin truly intended to marry Haven.


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    “I’m not engaged to Haven.” Collin’s deration cut through the air like tempered steel, each syble weighted with unmistakable gravity, devoid of even a whisper of humor.


    Linsey’s heart faltered mid-beat. She lifted her gaze to meet Collin’s, incredulity washing over her as their eyes connected. Time seemed to suspend as their gazes intertwined.


    In that crystallized moment, memories cascaded through her mind—Collin’s earnest words in the sterile hospital room, the image of him kneeling to gather glittering shards of ss with careful precision. Collin imed no engagement with Haven existed.


    Had she misunderstood all along?


    Revtion dawned, and Linsey’s eyes kindled with a flicker of rekindled hope. But questions swarmed like restless bees—what about the Star of the Desert? What about the diamond ring adorning Collin’s finger like a silent promise? The more she unraveled these thoughts, the more they tangled into an impossible knot. Yet circumstances forbade further exploration of this bewildering puzzle.


    Gorman’s fingers dug deeper into her flesh, a cruel vise that momentarily stole her breath away.


    “Is that so?” Gorman’s face darkened visibly. He turned to Haven with a nce tinged with contempt, as if surveying something worthless. “Strange, when Miss Walton herself mentioned your families discussing marriage. I heard your grandmother is quite fond of her.”


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