Remarriage Failed Again Today

"..."

But after that sound, Annabelle Linton just... frowned. She irritably placed a hand on her forehead, but didn’t wake up.

Leona Grant: "..."

’Is this woman f*cking dead? How is she still not waking up after all that?’

’...Or is she ignoring me on purpose? Faking it?’

’But that doesn’t seem right. This woman wouldn’t stoop to playing these kinds of games.’

’Oh, crap. Did something actually happen to her?’

’This won’t do. As a human being, how can I just stand by and watch someone die?!’

Most people would check for breathing to see if someone’s okay, but Leona Grant...

He placed his hand on Annabelle Linton’s chest to check for a heartbeat?

"THUMP, THUMP, THUMP."

But for some reason, all he could feel was his own heart pounding. He couldn’t tell if Annabelle Linton was dead or alive.

’Hmm... Is it beating or not?’

Leona Grant felt around, moved his hand a little lower, and then just yanked off the bikini top that was barely hanging on Annabelle Linton... and just then, Annabelle Linton’s eyes shot open—

"..."

Uh... this...

For a few seconds, time seemed to stand still.

Then...

Leona Grant’s Adam’s apple bobbed. "Um, listen to me..." he stammered incoherently.

"SLAP—"

Seeing her bikini top in his hand, Annabelle Linton’s eyes flew wide open. She frantically grabbed the silk comforter from the bed to cover herself while simultaneously landing a slap right across his face. "Bastard!"

Leona Grant: "..."

You know that dazed feeling you get after being hit?

For a second, Leona Grant’s ears were ringing.

’Who am I?’

’What am I doing?’

"????"

’Can someone please explain this to me?’

While Leona Grant was still stunned, Annabelle Linton quickly got out of bed, grabbed a shirt from the closet, and put it on.

As she buttoned it up, she seethed through gritted teeth, "Pervert!"

Leona Grant: "..."

’Things escalated way too fast. I can’t keep up.’

Annabelle Linton shot him a vicious glare and walked out without a second glance.

Leona Grant finally snapped out of it and roared, "Annabelle Linton, you promiscuous woman!"

Annabelle Linton: "..."

She looked at him as if he were an idiot. "Are you out of your mind?"

’How did I end up in bed when I was just swimming?’

’Good thing I wasn’t sleeping too deeply. Otherwise, I wouldn’t even have known how I lost my virginity, would I?’

At that thought, she cursed him again, "Hooligan!"

"..."

Leona Grant reacted as if he’d just heard the world’s biggest joke. "You seduce me on purpose, and now you’re calling me a hooligan?"

"..." At that moment, Annabelle Linton was convinced she was dealing with a madman.

"You unfaithful woman! Lying in my bed, calling out another man’s name! How could you do this to me?"

Annabelle Linton didn’t know what she had just said in her sleep, but it was probably related to Aaron Wyatt, because she had been dreaming about him.

In her dream, the scene of Aaron Wyatt leaving her in her past life overlapped with the scene from this one. His mournful eyes and his words, "Annabelle, I wish you happiness," echoed endlessly in her ears.

Annabelle Linton’s mood suddenly grew heavy.

She fell silent, frowning, not knowing what to say.

Seeing her silence, Leona Grant took it as an admission. He gritted his teeth and spat, "Do you really have to f*cking put on this act of undying love? What’s so great about him? Don’t you forget who it was that saved your brother when he was in trouble!"

Annabelle Linton’s frown deepened.

’She knew she owed him for saving Ryan, but hadn’t she already married him as part of the deal?’

’And his words made her feel his contempt for Aaron Wyatt.’

’In the end, Aaron Wyatt hadn’t been able to save Ryan, but he had tried his best.’

’But no matter how you put it, a failure was a failure. The one who ultimately saved Ryan was Leona Grant. On that point, she had nothing to say.’