Remarriage Failed Again Today

’Even he had given up hope. Was this another chance heaven was giving him?’

’He had to make the most of it this time.’

Leona Grant turned his head to look at Annabelle Linton.

Annabelle Linton was holding a carton of milk, reading the label. Her profile was delicate and serene.

A complex look in his eyes, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Annabelle Linton.

Caught by surprise, Annabelle Linton jumped, and the carton of milk in her hand fell to the floor.

She quickly picked it up and put it in their shopping cart before looking at him in confusion. "What’s wrong?"

Leona Grant pursed his lips and said, "Don’t leave me."

Annabelle Linton: "..."

’There he goes again. I wonder how many times a day he has to say that.’

Annabelle Linton gave a placating reply. "I know, I know."

Leona Grant frowned, grabbing her hand and repeating himself. "Annabelle Linton, no matter what happens, promise you won’t leave me. Okay?"

Annabelle Linton’s heart twinged. Although she didn’t know why he was asking this question, she still answered resolutely, "Okay."

Leona Grant lightly kissed her forehead and said nothing more.

After they finished shopping and paid, Leona Grant copied what Aaron Wyatt had done before, carrying their things in one hand while holding Annabelle Linton’s with the other.

They put everything in the car. It was just about nine o’clock.

Suddenly, Leona Grant didn’t want to go home. He loved the feeling of being with Annabelle Linton.

He was delighted when he saw other people looking at them as they passed by.

It wasn’t that he was vain. He’d received plenty of attention like this growing up. The most important thing was that in everyone’s eyes, he and Annabelle Linton were a couple. That’s what made him so happy.

Leona Grant glanced around the street, his eyes landing on the Cinema across the road. He suggested, "Annabelle Linton, we’ve been married for a while now, but I don’t think we’ve ever gone to the movies together. Let’s go."

To be honest, Annabelle Linton was a little tired, but she saw him looking at her with sparkling, expectant eyes.

His words, "I don’t think we’ve ever gone to the movies together," stirred a strange feeling within her, so she nodded and agreed.

The two of them walked into the movie theater. Although Leona Grant had never been here to see a movie, he watched the other couples wavering between romance and horror. Seeing that most of them chose horror, he bought tickets for a horror movie.

She glanced at the tickets in his hand, dumbfounded. "The Ring?"

Leona Grant forced himself to nod, a thrill of excitement running through him despite himself. "Are you scared of these kinds of movies?"

’She has to be scared, right? Very few girls aren’t afraid of horror movies.’

He imagined Annabelle Linton trembling in his arms, clinging to him and whispering, "Honey, I’m so scared." The thought sent a jolt of excitement through Leona Grant.

’Ah... this feeling of being needed by her is just so good...’

Filled with anticipation, he walked into the theater. Leona Grant had bought seats in the middle of a row.

The movie began, followed immediately by an eerie, terrifying soundscape.

The theater filled with the screams of girls, some of whom were already hiding in their boyfriends’ arms.

Leona Grant subconsciously stole a glance at Annabelle Linton...

Annabelle Linton sat with her legs crossed, lazily chewing popcorn, her expression completely blank.

’...Well, the movie’s just started.’

By the midpoint of the film, he had no idea if the audience came to watch the movie or to fucking scream. The film’s audio was almost completely drowned out by the sounds of people being comforted, and even some crying.

It seemed... Annabelle Linton was the only one not making a sound.

Leona Grant was just about to pull her into his arms—

Annabelle Linton suddenly rested her head on his shoulder...