Chapter 514: Wife, I Was Wrong 6
With that thought, Leona Grant stood up and returned to Annabelle Linton’s door.
The door remained closed.
Leona Grant felt even worse. He must have really angered Annabelle Linton that day.
He’d said so many harsh things and had given her the cold shoulder for five days. If Annabelle Linton actually acknowledged him after all that, she wouldn’t be Annabelle Linton.
Leona Grant gave a helpless smile. What was he to think, having married such a high-maintenance wife?
Well, even if it was a headache, he knew he would rather argue with her than have even the slightest connection to any other woman.
He belonged to Annabelle Linton.
Leona Grant knocked on the door patiently and said in a soft voice, "Annabelle Linton, I know you’re in there. Please open the door, okay?"
"..." ’Are you sure you know?’
After a moment of silence, he continued, "Um... Don’t be angry anymore. I was wrong about this. I’m sorry. Just open the door so I can explain in person. We’re husband and wife, isn’t there anything we can’t talk through?"
Leona Grant waited for a while, but the door remained shut. There wasn’t even a sound.
He knocked a few more times, but there was still no response. He sighed, his voice tinged with loneliness, "You’re not going to open the door...?"
"..." ’It’d be a miracle if the door *could* open.’
After another long silence, Leona Grant lowered his gaze, pursed his lips, and said in a deep voice, "I know I made you angry. Please don’t be mad anymore, okay? You know how I am, don’t you? I just... I just have a sharp tongue... Um, can you give me another chance?"
"Annabelle Linton..."
Staring at the still-unresponsive door, Leona Grant sighed again. He was really using up a lifetime’s supply of thick skin.
’Oh, wait. I’ve been shameless for a long time.’
He pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes filled with exhaustion. He hadn’t rested well these past few days.
But what exhausted him even more was Annabelle Linton... And yet, even so, he didn’t want to give up...
Leona Grant closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "If our feelings have faded, we can cultivate them again. If we have nothing to say, I’ll be responsible for finding new topics. If you’re tired of me, we can get to know each other all over again. If you’re tired, we’ll give each other space. In this vast sea of people, meeting you wasn’t easy, and I don’t want to push you away. I was wrong this time. I’ll never do anything to make you sad again... Please, just forgive me this once, okay?"
"Honey, I was wrong."
The door... still didn’t open...
Leona Grant sighed. Just as he was about to say something more, Madam King’s voice suddenly called out, "Young Master, what are you doing there? The Young Madam isn’t here."
Leona Grant: "..."
He felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck him from the heavens, charring him to a crisp.
...He could almost see an idiot talking to himself in front of a door.
’Damn it...’
For a few seconds, time seemed to stand still.
Leona Grant wiped his face and looked at her, his expression blank. "Then what did you come up for?"
"To remind you it’s time for dinner."
"Why didn’t you come up sooner?"
Madam King was an honest woman and didn’t understand why he was asking. She answered truthfully, "Er... I thought you’d be down sooner. I didn’t expect you to be up here for an hour and a half. I figured you might be working, in which case we could have brought your food up to you."
’Oh.’
’So I’m the person who just spent an hour and a half talking to thin air.’
Leona Grant suddenly wished he could find a hole to crawl into.
At the same time, he suddenly felt sick of the world. This was an experience he would never forget for the rest of his life. ’Can I just die now?’
However, what snapped him out of his wish to die was Madam King’s next sentence: "The Young Madam has gone to Seraphine and will be away for a while. Will you be coming home often these days?"