Remarriage Failed Again Today

Annabelle Linton suddenly recalled what he’d said, and her heart twinged with pain.

’To think of how proud and arrogant Leona Grant used to be, and now he was actually comparing himself to others.’

’Why had he become so sensitive?’

’Anyone who was sensitive about a particular thing had been severely hurt by it in the past.’

’So, just her talking to another man was a blow to him?’

’Another man... A blow... Annabelle Linton understood. He was afraid she would leave with Quentin Holland, wasn’t he? Just like what happened with Aaron Wyatt?’

’...That silly fool...’

’This constant worry about losing things was the most painful feeling. She had already told him not to let his imagination run wild...’

The more he wiped, the redder it became. Annabelle Linton’s lipstick was a high-end, smudge-proof brand. Leona Grant had kissed her a bit forcefully just now, which was how it had transferred to him. A simple wipe like this wasn’t going to get it off.

Now he looked even better.

Leona Grant’s almond-shaped eyes were large, his eyelashes were long, and as for his lips... they were incredibly handsome and sexy.

’Hmm... I have to admit, Leona Grant actually looks really good with lipstick on.’

Annabelle Linton threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.

...Leona Grant was stunned.

After a long kiss, she pulled away. Annabelle Linton looked at his even redder lips and dazed expression, her own eyes practically sparkling with stars.

She cupped his face, exclaiming in awe, "Wow, Hubby, you’re so cute!"

Leona Grant: "..."

’Cute?’

Leona Grant’s brow twitched. ’I’m a man. What’s so ’cute’ about me?’

’But... ’Hubby’?’

The corners of Leona Grant’s lips curled up in spite of himself. "What did you just call me?"

This seemed to be the first time she had called him ’Hubby’ in their two-plus years of marriage. And the feeling... wasn’t bad at all.

Annabelle Linton snapped out of it and coughed awkwardly. "N-Nothing. I didn’t say anything."

Her coyness was even more alluring. Leona Grant couldn’t resist coaxing her, "Be good. Say it one more time."

Annabelle Linton raised an eyebrow. "What for? So you’ll let me go?"

"Don’t even think about it!"

Annabelle Linton sighed. ’This is the first time in my entire life that just leaving the house has been such a hassle!’

’Looks like it’s time to pull out my trump card.’

She gave Leona Grant a little push. "Get up for a second."

"I’m not getting up!" Leona Grant’s expression was grim. Pinning her down, he said possessively, "You can forget about going out today."

It was impossible for him to go with her. His goal was to prevent her from seeing Quentin Holland—ideally, for their friendship to end completely. And besides... a sharp glint flashed in Leona Grant’s eyes.

He also had other things to do.

"Get up... you’re heavy..." Annabelle Linton squirmed, struggling under his weight.

He pinned her waist with his arms, his voice low and deep. "Don’t move!"

Annabelle Linton’s face paled. "Pervert!"

Seeing her reaction, Leona Grant couldn’t help but laugh.

Seizing the moment while he was distracted, she gave him a hard shove!

It was as if a bucket of cold water had been dumped on Leona Grant’s passion. He lunged for her, but Annabelle Linton was too quick, and he couldn’t catch her.

He sat up on the bed, watching the woman who was now keeping a safe distance. He gritted his teeth in fury, unable to stop himself from roaring, "Annabelle Linton!"

"Don’t you yell at me!" Annabelle Linton backed away even further and turned to leave. "If you won’t let me go, then don’t talk to me at all!"

’Look at his reaction,’ she thought. ’My god, it’s a good thing I told him this morning. If I had just left without a word, there would’ve been a total meltdown.’