Remarriage Failed Again Today

Annabelle Linton looked at him impassively, her expression telling him to go on.

Leona Grant chuckled softly.

’This is just how she is.’

’It’s as if nothing can pique her interest.’

’She only needs to make a simple expression, and it holds a captivating allure—unaffected, not overly delicate, and completely genuine.’

’And actions that might seem forced on others look perfectly natural, completely effortless, when she does them.’

’Just watch. When I say what I’m about to say, she’ll surely have that same unconcerned look on her face.’

Leona Grant chuckled softly and said, "The most attractive thing about you is your casual indifference to worldly matters, your serene detachment from everything."

Sure enough, Annabelle Linton looked at him, her face blank, and said nonchalantly, "You’re being cryptic."

Leona Grant laughed and raised an eyebrow. "Aren’t you going to ask me why I said that?"

Annabelle Linton leaned against his shoulder, closing her eyes. "Not interested."

Leona Grant laughed again.

He was telling the truth. Annabelle Linton truly had an air of being detached from the world.

She possessed an aura of profound serenity.

Without saying a word, she exuded the commanding presence of a sovereign. She appeared peaceful and harmless, but the sharp glint that occasionally flashed in her eyes seemed capable of piercing through a person’s every desire.

This was her most precious quality. Most people could practice for years and never reach her state of being; it was as if she had seen through life and death itself.

’So, could it be that Annabelle Linton has truly been reborn?’

Leona Grant watched her tenderly. His voice, as deep and resonant as a cello, murmured, "Annabelle Linton, I don’t care if you’re detached from the world. Just... can you save a little space for me in that cool heart of yours?"

After a moment, he added, "A space only for Leona Grant."

The corners of Annabelle Linton’s lips curved up. "We’ll see how you do," she said with a hint of warmth.

"Then I’ll have to do my best," Leona Grant replied with a smile. "But don’t feel rushed to give me an answer. The next life, or even the one after that, would be fine too."

...

「In the hotel.」

Vivian Yates flipped through the photos one by one, grinding her teeth so hard they nearly shattered.

The photos were all of Annabelle Linton and Leona Grant’s happy moments together!

There were pictures of them kissing, pictures of them embracing, and pictures of them laughing together.

In every shot, Leona Grant looked at her with incredible tenderness, while Annabelle Linton’s smile was as radiant as a blossoming flower.

She viciously ripped the stack of photos to shreds and let out a contemptuous laugh.

’Didn’t that self-righteous bitch say she would never get together with Leona Grant?’

’I knew it! She was just playing hard to get!’

Vivian Yates, her expression foul, turned to Chase Lynch. He was sitting in a nearby chair, sipping his tea with elegant composure. "Why are you showing me this?" she demanded.

The corners of Chase Lynch’s lips lifted, though his expression remained blank. He took a leisurely sip of tea before saying coolly, "I just wanted you to see your current predicament."

Vivian Yates sneered, her face twisting in a snarl. "What predicament am I in, huh? It’s just that bitch using her slutty wiles to seduce Leona Grant!"

"Bitch, seductress..."

Chase Lynch repeated the words with an unreadable expression. He gave a soft chuckle. "Your predicament? I’d also love to know what on earth you did to make that couple issue an order to find you, even if they have to tear the world apart to do it."

Hearing this, Vivian Yates grew tense and asked agitatedly, "Why is that bitch looking for me?!"

Chase Lynch scoffed. "That," he said with deep meaning, "is a question you’ll have to ask yourself."