Remarriage Failed Again Today

Seeing that she showed no reaction, Leona Grant sighed.

He lowered his gaze, his voice low and hoarse. "I don’t know why I like you, or what I like about you, or if you even have anything worth liking. But I just do. I like you. A lot. So much. And I find myself liking you more and more..."

’It was like he was reciting a tongue twister.’

"Curse me out if you want, but I’m not getting a divorce. I let you go once, and that feeling was more agonizing than death. I’ll promise you anything you want, but divorce is the one thing I’ll never agree to."

"..."

Leona Grant thought of that dream again. He had caused her so much pain.

Even though he had accidentally killed Annabelle Linton in the end, the fact remained that he was the one who killed her. That was undeniable.

He wouldn’t let himself get obsessively hung up on it. There was no point.

’He didn’t know if Annabelle Linton had been reborn, but if she had, didn’t that count as him being given another chance?’

’Since he’d been given another chance, then making it up to her, spoiling her, and loving her would be the best way to atone, wouldn’t it?’

At this thought, Leona Grant’s gaze grew resolute. He didn’t look at Annabelle Linton. Instead, he stared straight ahead and said firmly, "I don’t care if you think I’m being childish. If you want a divorce, you might as well stab me again, because there’s no way I’ll ever div—er..."

Before Leona Grant could finish, Annabelle Linton grabbed his face, turned it toward her, and kissed him hard.

’Holy crap!’

It was the first time in his life that Leona Grant had been so startled!

His eyes widened, and he stared at the woman before him in utter disbelief, looking as if he’d been struck by lightning.

He didn’t know how much time had passed before Annabelle Linton let him go.

Leona Grant kept staring at her, still wearing that same thunderstruck expression.

After a long moment, he finally said in a daze, "I’m not Aaron Wyatt."

Annabelle Linton: "..."

She swore, there was a moment when she wanted to throttle this man with her bare hands!

In truth, Leona Grant wasn’t trying to test her or anything; he was just speaking his mind.

He was happy she kissed him, of course, but he could taste the distinct flavor of wine on her lips.

’So, she’s drunk... and she mistook me for Aaron Wyatt again?’

’It wouldn’t be the first time...’

At that thought, Leona Grant quickly added, "I’m Leona Grant! You heard what I just said to you, right? That was me talking, not Aaron Wyatt!"

’Damn it! It took everything I had to work up the courage to say that. I can’t let some other guy get the credit for it!’

Annabelle Linton: "..."

’She was truly at a loss for words!’

Annabelle Linton looked at him, grabbed his tie, and pulled him close. Staring at him with a blank expression, she frowned. "What on earth are you rambling on about all day?"

"I mean... don’t mistake me for Aaron Wyatt again. I was the one who said those things to you just now. The last time... we had a fight, and I came to apologize..." Leona Grant said, looking at her earnestly.

’Again...’

That one word was filled with a palpable sense of crisis and anxiety.

Suddenly, Annabelle Linton didn’t know how to explain her feelings at that moment.

Seeing her fall silent, comprehension seemed to dawn on Leona Grant, and a self-deprecating smile touched his lips. "I knew it. You mistook me for him again... No wonder you just listened quietly without interrupting me."

’...’ ’What was she supposed to say to that?’

Leona Grant cupped her cold face in his hands and said seriously, "I’ll say it again. I am Leona Grant, and I am your husband. I said I am not getting a divorce. Do you understand me?"

Seeing the desperate look on his face, Annabelle Linton’s heart suddenly ached for some unknown reason.