Chapter 580: I Hope You Divorce Her As Soon As Possible
So, in a way, Annabelle had helped him out of a bind.
Leona Grant was touched.
But it looked like this Quentin Holland had something he wanted to say to him.
Besides... he didn’t want to leave either.
Quentin Holland looked at Annabelle, assuming she was still the same long-suffering woman she used to be, the kind who would swallow any grievance. He watched her, a mixture of heartache and anger in his eyes.
"What? You just spirit away our junior sister like that, and now you don’t even have the guts to say a word to us?" Quentin Holland aimed his barb at Leona Grant.
Hearing this, Annabelle quickly said, "No, that’s not it! Mr. Holland, please don’t..."
Quentin Holland shot her an icy glare. "What, now that you have a husband, you don’t know us anymore?!"
"That’s not it..."
"Hah."
Leona Grant chuckled softly, cutting Annabelle off. He kissed her on the forehead and said, "Go take a look around. I’ll wait for you here. Don’t wander off."
Annabelle looked at his calm demeanor and breathed a sigh of relief, clearly a little surprised.
Then, she whispered in his ear, "Mr. Holland has a bad temper, but he’s always been very good to me. Please just bear with him for a moment. We can go home right after this."
’I was planning to help out for a few days, but I’d better just forget about it now.’
’Mr. Holland, you’re really too much for most people to handle.’
Leona Grant ruffled her hair and hummed softly in agreement.
After Annabelle left, Quentin Holland’s sharp gaze fell on Leona Grant. He said icily, "Annabelle is a very simple person. If you’re just looking to play around, go find someone else. There are plenty of women who would be happy to entertain you. Leave her alone."
Leona Grant chuckled. "And how would you know I’m just playing with her? She’s my wife."
Hearing this, Quentin Holland sneered. Unable to hide the fury in his eyes, he looked at Leona and said sarcastically, "Have you ever actually treated her like your wife? When she was giving you so much in the past, did you ever spare her a single proper glance?"
Leona Grant’s lips tightened into a line.
’It was true he hadn’t treated Annabelle well in the past, but at the end of the day, what happened between them was their own private matter. Who the hell was this guy to interfere?’
’And hearing the way he spoke about Annabelle... Leona Grant couldn’t help but wonder: was this man a friend or a foe?’
’No, wait. ’Friend’ was clearly out of the question. The real question was, what were his feelings for Annabelle?’
’...A ’senior brother’?’
’Why did it feel like this guy worried about her more than her own father did?’
’Given how much Annabelle seemed to respect this man, Leona decided he wouldn’t bicker with him. But he had to make the boundaries clear.’
’That look of respect on Annabelle’s face... it was the first time he’d ever seen her act like that with anyone.’
’This man must hold a special place in her heart, right?’
Leona Grant decided it was best for them to keep their distance. "Annabelle and I are doing very well now, and we’re happy," he said. "Thank you for helping and looking after my wife in the past. I’ll sponsor your rehabilitation center with three hundred million worth of medical equipment. From now on, you don’t need to concern yourself with her."
With that, Leona Grant started to walk away.
Quentin Holland watched his retreating back, his eyes darkening. He called out sharply, "It took us two or three years of planning and effort to come to Celestia. We hope you divorce her as soon as possible. The entire reason we came to Celestia was for our junior sister. This rehabilitation center is filled with disciples from our academy, and Annabelle will be coming here too.
"We will take care of our junior sister. If you want to play around with women, go play with someone else. But if you toy with her, we will stop at nothing to make you pay!"
...Leona Grant suddenly felt as if he were being confronted by Annabelle’s family, who had come to settle a score...
’Damn it... ’
’What the hell did he mean, "The entire reason we came to Celestia was for our junior sister"?’
’Another rival... or just a friend?’
Leona Grant’s expression darkened.
’Why does this woman have so many male friends, and why is every single one of them so hopelessly devoted to her?’