Chapter 561: Annabelle, Don’t Be Angry Anymore
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Annabelle Linton slept until quitting time. Waking up to unfamiliar surroundings, it took her a moment to get her bearings.
’So this is Leona Grant’s lounge.’
’His lounge was huge—more luxurious than a typical bedroom and equipped with every amenity imaginable.’
However... Annabelle Linton fumed just thinking about how shameless he’d been earlier!
Her body ached slightly. She reached up to pinch the bridge of her nose, only then realizing she’d already been bathed and was now wearing his black shirt!
Honestly, even though Annabelle Linton was married to Leona Grant—a marriage that had lasted four years, if you included their past life—she knew next to nothing when it came to intimacy.
Annabelle Linton got out of bed, determined to find her own clothes.
Just as she was about to step into the bathroom to search, Leona Grant’s voice reached her.
"Awake, honey?" Leona Grant had appeared at the doorway at some point, one hand braced against the frame. He looked at her, a handsome smirk on his face. "Sleep well?"
Leona Grant’s appreciative gaze swept over her body.
Annabelle’s fair skin was a stark contrast against the black fabric.
Leona Grant’s sexy Adam’s apple bobbed.
Annabelle Linton huffed coldly and turned her face away, refusing to look at him.
"Hah."
’So she has a cute side after all.’ Seeing her pout, Leona Grant felt his heart melt.
In truth, ’cute’ wasn’t really the right word to describe Annabelle Linton’s personality or appearance.
She was the cold and stunning type.
But when someone truly loves you, everything you do seems adorable.
Leona Grant slowly walked toward her.
To be honest, while Annabelle Linton maintained a cool facade, her heart was pounding like a war drum.
She tried to escape into the bathroom, but after only two steps, the man before her grabbed her and pulled her into his arms.
He then took two steps back to the bed, sitting down and pulling her onto his lap.
"Still mad?" Leona Grant gave her lips a quick peck and whispered, "Such a little grump."
’A little grump?’
’Hmph, *he’s* the grump!’
Annabelle Linton tried to get up, but he held her firmly in place, not letting her squirm away.
He gently took her hand and pressed it against his chest, his eyes brimming with an ocean of tenderness. "Annabelle, don’t be angry anymore."
Annabelle Linton just huffed again.
Leona Grant seemed to sigh, his voice taking on a melancholy tone. "They say when a couple has feelings for each other, they love being close. Why are you always pushing me away? Is there something I’m doing wrong?"
"..." ’That’s not it.’
Seeing his suddenly crestfallen expression, Annabelle felt a pang of guilt. "I... I just really don’t like doing... that sort of thing..." she mumbled.
Leona Grant smiled again. He gently brushed a strand of hair from her forehead and said softly, "But if we don’t do that, how are we going to have a baby?"
"..." Annabelle Linton’s face flushed red again. She lowered her head and bit her lip. "I just really don’t like it..."
She really couldn’t understand why so many men and women in the world cheated on their partners for sex.