Remarriage Failed Again Today

Bickering and arguing.

In the end, they got into the car heading to the old family residence.

Annabelle Linton was too angry to say a single word to him. She turned her head away to look out the car window, showing him only her back.

’She’s actually mad?’

It just goes to show how wild a person’s imagination can be.

From Annabelle Linton’s reaction, Leona Grant managed to puzzle out what he thought was the problem—

’She’s abstinent = She doesn’t like doing it = She doesn’t like me touching her = She doesn’t want to have my baby!’

"..."

Leona Grant’s expression changed drastically at the thought!

’She really doesn’t want to have my baby?’

’Then whose baby does she want to have?!’

’How dare she!’

Leona Grant glared at the back of Annabelle Linton’s head, as if trying to bore a hole through it with his gaze.

But after fifteen minutes of staring, Annabelle Linton still hadn’t reacted, remaining perfectly still in the same position.

Leona Grant’s eyes narrowed dangerously. He inched closer and began stroking her back.

"..." Annabelle Linton shot him a sidelong glance but said nothing.

Leona Grant’s hand slid under her clothes, creeping upward...

Annabelle Linton’s expression changed in an instant. She looked down and slapped his hand away forcefully.

"Get lost!"

But Leona Grant seemed to have anticipated this. His other arm tightened around her waist, trapping her hand and pulling her firmly into his embrace.

Unable to move in his embrace, Annabelle Linton grew flustered and angry, shouting, "Let me go!"

"Nope, not letting go!" Leona Grant held her with both arms, nuzzling his face against hers as he said shamelessly, "I’m hugging my wife. What business is it of yours?"

Annabelle Linton: "..."

"I’m going to kiss my wife, too. Honey, I love you. You got a problem with that, Annabelle Linton?" he added smugly, planting a kiss on her cheek.

Annabelle Linton: "..."

’This bastard, this moron!’

"Then let me go!"

Annabelle Linton struggled fiercely, but couldn’t break free. Trembling with rage, she couldn’t stop herself from shouting.

"I’m hugging my wife, not you. What are you shouting about? Unless... are you saying you’re my wife?"

"..."

...Annabelle Linton knew this was a no-win situation. If she denied being his wife and told him to let go, he would just keep playing dumb.

If she admitted she was, he would insist that what they were doing was only natural!

His hand was still roaming restlessly.

In such an intimate position, so ambiguously close, their breaths mingled in the air around them.

Annabelle Linton felt a strange heat suffuse her body.

She whipped her head around to look at him.

Seizing the opportunity, Leona Grant leaned in, and as luck would have it, Annabelle Linton’s lips landed right on his.

"..."

Annabelle Linton pulled away instantly, as if she’d received an electric shock!

Leona Grant feigned a look of sudden realization, grabbing her and saying, "Honey, some crazy woman just told me not to hug you!"

Annabelle Linton: "..."

’Oh heavens, just let a bolt of lightning strike this bastard dead!’

Annabelle Linton felt that if she had to keep dealing with him, she would lose at least ten years off her life!

Seeing Annabelle Linton’s murderous glare, he cleared his throat and said, "Well, since you took the initiative to show your goodwill, I’ll forgive you."

Annabelle Linton: "..."

Seeing she was still silent, Leona Grant sidled up to her pitifully, rested his head on her shoulder, hugged her arm, and pleaded, "Honey, let’s just have a baby..."

Annabelle Linton: "..."