Remarriage Failed Again Today

Annabelle Linton handed him his chopsticks and said calmly, "Hurry up and eat. You have to go to work after."

Leona Grant took the chopsticks and picked listlessly at his food. "Annabelle," he said glumly, "why do I get the feeling you’re so eager to get rid of me?"

"..." Annabelle looked at him, her expression placid. "Why would you say that?" she asked.

"I don’t know. I just feel like you find me a nuisance..."

Annabelle watched him expressionlessly, her brows furrowed. "What on earth are you thinking about all day?"

"I don’t want to be like this either, but you don’t give me any sense of security."

...For a moment, Annabelle thought she was hearing things.

’Isn’t that the kind of thing women usually say to men?’

She lowered her head and focused on her food, deciding to ignore him.

"See? You’re doing it again. You don’t have an ounce of patience for me..."

"..."

"You can clearly see I’m upset, yet you won’t even try to comfort me."

"..."

"You’ve just run out of patience, right? This is usually how it starts when a marriage is about to end... The conversations become less and less frequent..."

"..."

"Your replies are getting shorter. Like just now—I asked you to kiss me, but you weren’t even willing to do that. You just abandoned me and left."

"..."

"And also..."

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Annabelle put down her chopsticks, watching him with a deadpan expression.

Leona seemed startled. After a moment of silence, he mumbled, "It’s nothing. I was just rambling. You’re out of patience with me, but that’s my fault. I’m not blaming you..."

"..." Annabelle closed her eyes, her voice edged with impatience. "If you have something to say, just say it."

"I don’t. Really, it’s nothing. I just mentioned it in passing."

’Who the hell "mentions something in passing" like that?’

’He’s making it sound like I abandoned him!’

Annabelle frowned at him and said flatly, "If you don’t explain yourself properly today, then don’t bother coming home tonight."

Leona looked at her, his voice full of grievance. "Do I really have to say it?"

Annabelle didn’t speak, just stared at him.

"Never mind, never mind." Leona waved his hand dismissively. "I’d better not say it. You wouldn’t agree even if I told you."

"..." ’I swear,’ Annabelle thought, ’I really want to hit him.’

Watching her expression, Leona said cautiously, "Okay, I’m really going to say it then."

"Go on."

"But what if you don’t agree to it?"

"..."

Annabelle took a deep breath. "I’ll agree. I’ll agree to whatever it is!"

Having successfully baited her, Leona immediately said, "Okay! Come to work with me today."

Annabelle: "..."

Annabelle was completely floored by this endlessly adaptable Leona Grant.

"Not today." Annabelle placed some food on his plate with her chopsticks. "I already planned to visit Grandpa at the family residence today, and I’ve already told him I’m coming. I really can’t."

Leona ate the food she’d given him and quickly said, "It’s fine, it’s fine, don’t worry. Grandpa would be even happier if he knew you were keeping me company at work. We can go to the family residence together after we get off, how about it?"

Annabelle frowned. "But..."

"You just promised me."

"That’s not..."

"How can you go back on your word?"

"Just listen..."

"You don’t love me."

"..." ’Here we go again.’

Annabelle felt like she was going to be driven insane!

In the end, worn down by his relentless pestering, she gave in. The two of them got into the car heading for the office.

Leona took her hand affectionately, his voice full of glee. "Honey, you’re so good to me. The truth is, you couldn’t bear to leave me all by myself, right?"

Annabelle fiddled with her phone, replying blandly, "Whatever makes you happy."