Remarriage Failed Again Today

Leona Grant cupped her face, making her meet his gaze.

His warm breath washed over her face, ticklish and tantalizing.

His profound gaze met her innocent one.

Annabelle Linton’s crimson lips pressed into a thin line. Her cheeks seemed to puff out slightly, and a blush crept onto her face. For the first time, Leona Grant saw an emotion in her eyes other than her usual indifference.

Gazing into the faint, unadulterated innocence in her eyes, he realized just how pure this woman truly was.

Utterly pristine, like a brand-new, unopened package.

Her eyes, as captivating as a pool of spring water, were clear and tranquil, making one yearn to stir their placid surface.

For some reason, Leona Grant simply found her adorable. The way she ate was adorable, the way she slept was adorable, the way she spoke was adorable. Even her just being there in front of him was adorable.

’Ah, how can a woman be this adorable!’

He placed a gentle kiss on her lips, his handsome face alight with profound affection. "My dear Annabelle, you’re so adorable."

Annabelle Linton: "..."

’...Her stomach churned. She felt like she was going to throw up.’

’Leona Grant, compliments don’t suit you. When you talk like this, I always feel like you’re making fun of me...’

Seeing her speechless expression, he once again found her impossibly adorable.

He kissed her again, marveling, "What am I going to do? You’re just too adorable."

Annabelle Linton pushed him away, stood up calmly, and said flatly, "Personally, I think you’re crazy."

Leona Grant couldn’t hold it in and burst out laughing.

Annabelle Linton: "..."

’He’s a total lunatic.’

She stood up and said, "Let’s go to the family estate now."

As she spoke, Annabelle Linton picked up her phone from the table, intending to call the household staff and have them bring her a change of clothes.

’She couldn’t possibly go see his grandfather and the others dressed like this.’

Just as she was about to dial, Leona Grant took her phone and placed it on the bed.

He wrapped his arms around her from behind, then opened the wardrobe in front of them.

Inside the wardrobe, men’s and women’s clothes were mixed together—a colorful and rather beautiful assortment.

Annabelle Linton’s pupils constricted slightly. A strange feeling flashed through her, and she frowned.

’This was her first time at his company, and now there were women’s clothes in his wardrobe. So that meant...’

Leona Grant saw her staring at the wardrobe and knew exactly what was on her mind. He chuckled, kissed her cheek, and said, "What silly ideas are you getting? These are all yours. I had the housekeeper bring them over earlier. I’m not like some people, a total playboy. You’ve always been the only woman for me."

Annabelle Linton: "..."

’But what he said seemed to be true. No other woman had ever been seen by his side—except, of course, for Vivian Yates.’

’But from the looks of it now, they just seemed to be close childhood friends.’

Leona Grant’s hands rested on her waist. While still holding her, he reached into the wardrobe with one hand and took out a blue dress, handing it to her.

He said softly, "Here, darling, wear this. We’ll be matching."

Annabelle Linton instinctively glanced at his clothes.

He was wearing a light blue suit, looking as handsome as a star in a teen drama.

’No, actually, Leona Grant was more handsome than any star.’

She frowned in confusion. "I don’t come to your office often. Why would you keep my clothes here?"

"It doesn’t matter if you come here often or not. I just want to have a trace of you wherever I am."

A flutter went through Annabelle Linton’s heart.

Leona Grant turned her around and pressed her back against the wardrobe, leaning in close to speak.