Remarriage Failed Again Today

Annabelle Linton was a bit flustered. ’How did we get on the topic of kids again?’

Watching him lean on her shoulder like a child, she pushed him away in annoyance. "Get off."

’This jerk!’

"I’m not getting off." Leona Grant’s lips curled up. He breathed in her scent and smiled in contentment. "I just want to have a family with you, to have a baby with you..."

Annabelle frowned. "When did I ever say I don’t want kids, or that I don’t want to make this work?"

Leona Grant turned her to face him, looking directly into her eyes. He saw that beneath her calm gaze, there was no trace of a lie—only impatience.

He asked joyfully, "You didn’t?"

Annabelle’s brow furrowed even tighter. "When did I ever say that?"

Leona Grant pulled her into an excited hug and asked expectantly, "Then, Annabelle Linton, do you like me? Even just a little?"

...

Annabelle gave him a cool glance before looking away. She propped her hand against the car window, rested her head on it, and closed her eyes.

’She didn’t have the patience to answer this question over and over again.’

’Does she really not like me even a little bit?’

A pang of hurt struck Leona Grant’s heart, and he fell silent.

’Is this my punishment?’

’Back when she loved me so much, I always hurt her.’

’Now that she doesn’t love me anymore, I’m the one insisting on keeping her by my side.’

’She only agreed to start over because she had no way to leave.’

He lowered his gaze and said dejectedly, "If you don’t like me, that’s fine. It’s enough that I like you..."

Annabelle pulled him in and kissed him on the lips. "Let’s end this meaningless topic here," she said, her expression blank.

Annabelle was tired. Every time they argued, he would spiral into these wild assumptions.

She closed her eyes again and leaned back against her seat, saying coolly, "If I didn’t want to, I wouldn’t have agreed to start over, even if you forced me to stay. From now on, think whatever you want. I won’t explain myself again. This is the last time."

Leona Grant was a bit stunned. "What?"

"I like you."

Leona Grant broke into an unexpected laugh. "Really?"

"On one condition: have a little self-respect."

Leona Grant: "..."

Although he felt a little wronged, his heart still felt sweet hearing her say that.

...

The car arrived at the old family home.

Annabelle got out of the car just as Ashley Grant was coming out of the house.

Her eyes lit up when she saw Annabelle, and she shouted into the house, "Mom, Dad, Grandpa! Sister-in-law is back!"

With that, she happily rushed over to greet her.

The maids and the rest of the family all came out.

The maids said happily, "The Young Madam is back!"

"Wow, the Young Madam is finally back."

Annabelle smiled at them.

Roxanne Jennings looked at Annabelle with a gentle expression and said warmly, "You’re back."

Annabelle smiled slightly. "Mom."

"Yes." Roxanne Jennings’s eyes reddened slightly as she looked at her well-behaved daughter-in-law, her thoughts turning to how Leona Grant had been acting before.

’At least Annabelle didn’t leave with someone else. Otherwise, she didn’t know how her son would have managed to go on.’

’She knew her son. He didn’t fall in love easily, but once he did, he would never let go.’

Annabelle smiled, then turned to the old patriarch and Mr. Grant. "Grandpa. Dad."

The two men acknowledged her. Patrick Grant beckoned to Annabelle. "Annabelle, come over here to Grandpa. Let me get a good look at you."

Annabelle walked over to Patrick Grant. He looked her up and down, his eyes also turning red. "Annabelle, the Grant family and Leona have wronged you in the past. Grandpa is apologizing to you now. But from now on, no matter what happens, no matter how foolishly that boy acts, please try to bear with him. Don’t hold it against him..."