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    A low chuckle escaped Collin’s lips before he spoke with deliberate slowness. “Linsey, I genuinely wish you would rely on mepletely. Everything I possess, everything I am, belongs to you if you want it. All of it is yours tomand.”


    As he spoke, Collin dipped his head gently, pressing his forehead against Linsey’s. A wave of tingling heat swept over her, and her heart gave a quiet jolt. Then, in a low, tender voice, he murmured against her ear, “You probably don’t realize how happy I am today.”


    The elevator chimed softly as the doors slid open. They stepped inside together.


    There were already a few people standing within, and as Collin’s gaze scanned the floor numbers, he noted that more passengers were likely to board soon.


    Without hesitation, he guided Linsey to a quiet corner and wrapped an arm protectively around her, shielding her from the crowd.


    Nestled in his embrace, she could smell the crisp scent of his cologne, the warmth of his body pressing gently against hers. It made her feel oddly grounded, safe—like nothing could touch her.


    She tilted her head up slightly, only to find him looking down at her, his gaze brimming with tenderness and devotion.


    Whenever their eyes met like this, Linsey could feel the quiet intensity of his love like a current between them.


    Trying topose herself, she whispered softly as the elevator stopped with a loud ding on the next floor, “Could you stop staring at me like that?”


    Collin raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. A chuckle escaped his lips—deep, low, and maic. “And why shouldn’t I? Can’t I admire my own fiancée?”


    Linsey felt a flush rising in her cheeks. It was ridiculous, truly. After everything they had been through, after all the years, and the children they shared, here she was, still blushing like a teenager in love.


    She gave him a quick sideways nce, hoping it would at least make him stop teasing.


    But to Collin, her re held no weight. For one, she clearly wasn’t actually mad. And more importantly, to him, she would always be the brightest, most captivating person in any room. His smile deepened, softening the sharp lines of his usually cool and serious face.


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    “You still haven’t answered my question,” he reminded her gently.


    People were still getting on and off the elevator with each stop, but Linsey and Collin remained tucked into their corner, quiet in their private world.


    Linsey frowned slightly, her brows furrowing in confusion. “What question?” she asked, puzzled. Had he really asked something? From what she recalled, their conversation had been lighthearted and scattered.


    Collin leaned closer again, his breath brushing against the shell of her ear as he repeated deliberately, “I told you I was really happy today. Do you know why?”


    Linsey’s brow furrowed as she gave it a moment’s serious thought. Then she murmured, “Is it because I asked you to post our photo on thepany’s official ount?”


    Just as she finished speaking, the elevator stopped in the underground parking garage.


    Collin didn’t reply right away. He simply took her hand, threading his fingers through hers as he led her to the car he had driven earlier. The lighting in the garage was low, shrouding the space in a moody dimness.


    Linsey had barely shut the car door and hadn’t yet fastened her seatbelt when she felt Collin’s arm slide around her waist and pull her close.


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