Remarriage Failed Again Today

When someone asks the same question more than three times, it means the answer is extremely important to them.

Leona Grant had asked this question far more than three times, which showed just how important the answer was to him.

’Why is he so afraid of me leaving?’

A sudden pang of sorrow pierced Annabelle Linton’s heart.

She knew he was insecure.

In truth, she had already forgiven him the moment she saw his documents and learned the truth about everything.

She could let the past go. As long as he wasn’t the one who had killed her and their child, she could forgive anything.

Not to mention, he had loved her in their previous life, too. He had even followed her in death.

Since they had both already died, they could just start over. In this life, she wanted to live well.

Annabelle Linton lay on his chest, snuggling closer to whisper in his ear, "There are plenty of men with better tempers than you, but those richer and more powerful are few and far between. And I’ve never seen anyone more handsome. So, Mr. Grant..."

The corners of her mouth lifted into a faint smile, an expression that seemed to span a lifetime. "I can’t make promises about the next life. But in this one, as long as you are you, nothing short of life and death itself will make me leave you. Got it?"

"We have to be together in the next life, too."

He looked her seriously in the eyes. "We must be together for all of eternity, life after life. Parted by life or death? If you live, I will live with you. If you die, I will die with you. Should you have to leave, I will be your final piece of luggage. So, Annabelle..."

Thinking of everything that had happened in that dream, Leona Grant’s heart clenched again.

Whether the dream was real or not, it felt real to him.

’So, since they’d been given a chance to start over, please let them have a good life together this time.’

He was willing to risk it all.

Unexpectedly, the rims of Leona Grant’s eyes grew red. "No matter what happens, don’t leave me, okay?"

Annabelle kissed the corner of his mouth and smiled. "Okay."

"Annabelle, I love you."

"I love you too."

Leona Grant smiled and kissed her again.

It was tender and intimate, as gentle as a spring drizzle.

When he saw she was breathless again, Leona Grant let her go. He chuckled, "You silly girl. You can’t even kiss properly."

Hearing this, Annabelle mumbled, "I’m not experienced..."

What would he say if she *were* experienced?

For some reason, every time Leona Grant looked at her, he found her incredibly cute...

She was cute in a way that defied description—so adorable it was almost painful, especially when she looked innocent.

"It’s okay. We have plenty of time for me to teach you."

He glanced at the horror scene on the screen and asked with a smile, "Still want to watch?"

Annabelle quickly shook her head. ’Umm... this feels like a waste of time. Besides, I’m really exhausted...’

Leona Grant stood up, lifted her out of her seat, and started walking toward the exit. He said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "You’re the first woman I’ve met who’s this bold."

Annabelle pursed her lips and said calmly, "I really don’t think there’s anything to be afraid of. It’s all just things people made up with their imagination. They’re just scaring themselves. I really don’t get the ’terror’ part."

"Annabelle."

"Hm?"

"Do you know what the most attractive thing about you is?"

Annabelle said with a deadpan expression, "I’ve never thought there was anything attractive about me."

Leona Grant chuckled. "Oh, there is."