Remarriage Failed Again Today

"You really want to play?"

Annabelle Linton looked at him without a word.

"Listen carefully."

Leona Grant smiled and said earnestly, "If I were to feed the horses, you could call me the stableman. If I were to drive the carriage, you could call me the coachman. If I were to catch fish, you could call me the fisherman. If I were to chop wood, you could call me the woodsman. So, if I were to manage the books, what would you call me?"

After hearing this, Annabelle Linton thought for a few seconds before she got it.

She laughed. "You’re so silly."

"C’mon, say it." Leona Grant shook her, wheedling, "Just say it..."

Annabelle Linton looked at him, thinking he was being incredibly cute, and said teasingly, "I’m not going to say it."

"Then you lose," Leona Grant said, slowly drawing closer, his voice laced with a devilish charm. "And losers have to accept their punishment."

Annabelle Linton thought for a moment, then chuckled. "On second thought, I’d rather just answer the question. The correct answer is husband."

"Say the whole thing. Just ’husband’? That doesn’t count. Say it again."

The corners of Annabelle Linton’s lips curved up. With a resigned sigh, she said again, "I should call you my husband."

Hearing this, Leona Grant put on a serious expression. "Exactly. So you do know I’m your husband. Isn’t it only natural for a husband to love you? Why do you keep rejecting me?"

"..." Annabelle Linton said with an amused laugh, "I thought we were supposed to be discussing the right answer to the question, and by the way, whether I won or lost. But before all that, could you please let go of me, hmm?"

"Mhm, you answered correctly, so there’s no need to discuss it. Besides, I’ve discovered a new problem."

"What?"

"You don’t love me..."

...

’That’s his favorite line.’

Leona Grant gave her a wounded look. "Other men’s wives are always trying to find ways to seduce their husbands. But you? You push me away all day long. That proves you don’t love me. You’re rejecting me."

Annabelle Linton was exasperated. "That’s not true."

Leona Grant lowered his head, his kisses falling on her like rain. "Mhm, I believe you. So you have to offer yourself to me as thanks."

’...’ ’What a schemer.’

Annabelle Linton pushed him away. "Didn’t you just say I won? And that if I won, you wouldn’t touch me for a week? What do you think you’re doing now?"

"You don’t love me..."

...

’She understood now. This was a no-win situation. If she denied it again, he’d just repeat his earlier argument.’

Annabelle Linton laughed as she chided him, "You’re so shameless."

He continued kissing her, declaring righteously, "I gave up on shame a long time ago, okay? What’s my pride compared to you? I decided I didn’t need it back when I first started chasing you."

...

"Don’t mess around. Since we’re husband and wife, we need to get to know each other on a deeper level. I’m a very diligent student, so please don’t disturb me."

He tore open her clothes and pressed down on her. "Since this is about deep understanding, we have to start by closing the distance between our hearts."

"This ’negative-distance’ contact," he declared, "is conducive to bringing us closer. It helps us get past all that unnecessary stuff like breaking-in periods and bridging gaps. It will lay a solid foundation for our future, for a deep love stronger than gold. And if we want that deep love, that connection stronger than gold, we must start with the body and soul. Together, we will reach the very depths of our beings. Are you ready?"

...

’You had to give him a perfect score for that performance.’

’To be able to spout such utter nonsense with a straight face... he was on another level. A true master.’

Before Annabelle Linton could even react, he had stripped her bare. She lay beneath him, without a stitch of clothing on.