Remarriage Failed Again Today

Annabelle Linton looked up at him and said, her voice a little hoarse, "Go on. What are the terms?"

Looking at her, Leona Grant felt even more guilty.

He walked over and pulled her into his arms. With a helpless sigh, he said, "Don’t be like this..."

Annabelle Linton suddenly felt an urge to laugh.

No.

It wasn’t a mocking laugh, or a sneer, or anything of the sort. She just... wanted to laugh.

She was so tired, so powerless.

For just a moment, she wondered if it would have been better to have never been reborn.

This incident had nothing to do with Leona Grant. On the contrary, without him, she would have been completely unable to solve the problem.

She just hated the hand fate had dealt her. All she wanted was a simple, ordinary life.

Annabelle Linton rested in his embrace, taking in his pleasant scent, but felt no warmth.

Memories of the past resurfaced, and she felt herself grow even colder.

’She didn’t want to be this way, but she couldn’t help it...’

The corners of Annabelle Linton’s lips curved into a faint smile. "Go on," she said flatly. "Tell me your terms. I’ll do my best to meet them."

Leona Grant held her for a moment longer, then pursed his lips. He cupped her face, his gaze intense, and said in a low voice, "From now on, you’ll behave."

Annabelle Linton lowered her head. "Okay."

"Don’t leave me again."

Annabelle Linton said nothing.

When she didn’t answer, Leona Grant waited a moment before repeating himself. "Don’t leave me again."

Annabelle Linton looked up at him, her apathetic eyes as still as a pond, without a single ripple.

After a moment, she asked flatly, "Leona Grant, I’ve always wanted to know... why do we have to be bound to each other like this?"

Leona Grant’s brow furrowed slightly. A soft light flickered in his cold, ink-dark eyes as he blurted out without a second thought, "Because I love you."

...

"Because I want to be with you."

...

"Someday, you’ll understand how I feel about you."

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"Annabelle Linton, you’re the one obsession in my life I refuse to relinquish. Even if it’s torture, I won’t let go. Even if I have to go to hell, I refuse to let you live your life without me."

...

"I can’t let you go." He laughed, mocking himself. "My desire to be with you is as strong as your desire to be away from me. So let’s give it a try. Who knows? Maybe the day you decide you want to be with me is the day I’ll finally be able to let you go."

Just words, of course.

’How could that ever be possible?’

The day she finally fell for him would surely be the day he’d be in so deep he could never leave her.

Annabelle Linton remained silent.

Leona Grant walked over, scooped her into his arms, and started carrying her upstairs. "Get some rest. When you wake up, Ryan Linton will be fine. Everything will be a new beginning..."

...

"And when you wake up, we’ll get remarried."

Leona Grant laid her on the bed and gently pulled the covers over her. But on this matter, he would not allow her to remain silent.

He sat on the edge of her bed and repeated stubbornly, "When you wake up, we’ll get remarried."

With her eyes closed, Annabelle Linton nodded.

Satisfied, Leona Grant leaned down and brushed a light kiss across her lips before getting up and leaving the room.

The moment the door closed, a look of desolation settled on his face, and he, too, closed his eyes wearily.

’When... when could he and Annabelle Linton finally be together without any barriers between them?’

’Forget it.’

’As long as we’re together, there’s still a chance. The rest... we can take it slow.’

With that thought, his face became an expressionless mask. He made a call as he walked away, his voice as cold as ice. "What’s the status of the investigation?"

...

As if she were afraid of having to remarry, Annabelle Linton slept for a very long time.