Remarriage Failed Again Today

I’ve met shameless people before, but never anyone *this* shameless!

Annabelle Linton swore that if she had the power, she would absolutely, positively, *definitely* smash this infuriatingly handsome face of his!

But right now...

Annabelle struggled fiercely, but her arms and legs were pinned down by him. She trembled with rage. "You bastard! How can you go back on your word like that? You said you’d let me go after I spelled it out, didn’t you? Well, I did!"

Leona Grant propped himself up, raising an eyebrow. "What did you spell?"

"More! M-O-R-E! Do you understand me now?! If you don’t, I can spell it out for you ten times!"

"We don’t have to go for five more," Leona Grant said with a wicked grin.

Annabelle’s brow furrowed. ’What nonsense is this bastard spouting? I don’t understand a word he’s saying!’

’But is this really the time to be thinking about that?!’

"Just let me go already!"

Leona Grant clicked his tongue and shook his head, saying with a meaningful look, "Annabelle Linton, I don’t think a girl should be using words like that so casually. Even though... even if you were to murder someone in cold blood, I’d still protect you and love you. But it’s not good for your image."

’Words like what?’

’What words?’

Annabelle was genuinely confused.

Seeing her brows furrowed in deep thought, Leona Grant found her unbelievably adorable.

Then, a flash of realization struck Annabelle.

’Ah, this wretched man!’

’He’s absolutely rotten!’

’She finally understood what he meant!’

ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!

The memory of herself spelling that word out, and even threatening to do it ten times, sent waves of heat rushing to Annabelle’s face!

She felt like she had just embarrassed herself enough for two lifetimes!

Annabelle’s normally stoic face was pitifully short on expressions, but now, because of his words, it was beet red!

She wished a hole would open up and swallow her!

But still, she had done as he asked. His condition was that he would let her go after she spelled the word, so what was he doing now?! She cursed angrily, "Leona Grant, you’re a despicable liar! You broke your promise!"

He paused. "How did I break my promise?"

"Didn’t you say you’d let me go after I spelled it? So what do you call this!"

"But I did let you go," he said, the picture of innocence. "I just felt it was necessary to clarify something!"

"..."

"Could you please not be so vulgar!" Annabelle snapped.

He scoffed and said with a deep, meaningful tone, "I’m not so sure who’s the vulgar one here."

"..." Annabelle was about to die from sheer anger. "You bastard!"

"Well, if I don’t live up to the name ’bastard,’ wouldn’t that make you a liar?"

"..."

"There, there. I can’t let anyone say you’re wrong."

"..."

Generally speaking, there was truly nothing Leona Grant set his mind to that he couldn’t achieve.

If he was going to tease her, he would tease her to his heart’s content!

After the storm of their passion passed, all was calm once more.

Leona Grant held her and tucked the covers around her. His expression turned somber as he said, "Annabelle Linton, I can’t shake the feeling that my dream wasn’t baseless. If we ever really get to that point... how would I live on without you?"