Remarriage Failed Again Today

...Besides, she wasn’t particularly interested in this kind of thing... She was a person of simple wants and needs.

As Leona Grant started to press down on her again, Annabelle Linton pushed against him, quickly coming up with an excuse. "Leona, we have to go back to the family home later. It wouldn’t look good if Mom, Dad, and Grandpa saw any marks. This... let’s talk about this later!"

"What’s so bad about it?"

Leona Grant grabbed both her hands, pushed them above her head, and pinned them with one arm. He freed his other hand and started to take off her clothes.

"Grandpa is dying for us to have a child. This would just put their minds at ease."

Annabelle winced slightly. "But..."

"As the younger generation, we should be dutiful."

"That’s not..."

"Let’s have a baby. We’ve been married for over two years now. Everyone wants us to have a child."

"Will you listen to..."

"I’m your husband. It’s not healthy for me to hold back, and that will affect your future happiness in bed."

"..." Annabelle was at a complete loss for words.

Seeing that she was still reluctant, Leona Grant propped his hands on either side of her, his lips curving into a roguish smile. "Alright, how about this? I’ll ask you a question. If you get it right, I’ll let you off the hook for today. Deal?"

’...Not this again.’

Annabelle was already wary of his little games...

’She knew she probably wouldn’t get it right, but it was still a chance. And what if she did?’

After a moment’s thought, Annabelle finally nodded.

Leona Grant chuckled, his voice laced with insinuation. "Spell out the word ’groan’ for me. Finish that, and I’ll let you go."

’Groan?’

Hmmm... She quickly ran the word through her mind but couldn’t find anything... dirty about it.

She gave him a skeptical look and asked uncertainly, "For real?"

Leona Grant met her gaze seriously and said with conviction, "For real."

Annabelle eyed his resolute expression with suspicion. For some reason, she had a nagging feeling it couldn’t be that simple.

Seeing her hesitation, Leona feigned impatience and urged her, "So, are you playing or not? If not, I’m just going to continue. Let’s not waste any more time."

"..." ’Waste time...’

Annabelle didn’t dare delay any longer. After a moment’s thought, she decided to just go for it.

’Could it really be any worse than the current situation?’

"Fine, I’ll play. I just have to spell it out, right? You’ll let me go once I’m done?"

"That’s right."

"And if you don’t let me go?"

"I always keep my word."

...Could she really say she didn’t believe him one bit right now?

Leona’s face darkened. "What? You don’t believe me?"

Annabelle nodded.

"Then what’s the point of playing? The game’s off." With that, Leona’s expression darkened as he leaned down, his hand sliding into her clothes.

Annabelle frantically grabbed his hand, nodding furiously. "I’ll play, I’ll play! Can’t I just play?"

"Good. You can start now." Leona’s hand, already inside her shirt, stilled for the moment.

Annabelle let out a breath. ’This is so ridiculous,’ she thought, frowning. She lowered her voice subconsciously. "G... R... O... A... N..."

But the very next second, Leona Grant’s lips crashed down on hers!

"??????"

Annabelle struggled, demanding angrily, "Leona Grant, what are you doing?!"

Leona replied with a single, resonant word: "You!"

Annabelle: "..."