Remarriage Failed Again Today

Annabelle Linton was also afraid of making a scene. If Leona Grant ended up causing a fuss and revealing their relationship, her humiliation wouldn’t be limited to just Aaron Wyatt.

After careful consideration, Annabelle Linton’s lips curved into a faint smile as she extended her hand to shake his.

She didn’t say much, just a distant, "Hello."

Their hands clasped—one large and one small, one cool and one scorching hot.

Leona Grant gripped Annabelle Linton’s hand tightly, refusing to let go.

Annabelle Linton struggled discreetly, but Leona Grant only tightened his grip.

Annabelle Linton shot him a cold look, demanding he let go, but Leona Grant met her gaze, unyielding.

Just when Annabelle Linton was at a loss for what to do, the bride, Tiana Taylor, suddenly appeared. "Annabelle, there you are! Come on, hurry! You only get married once, let’s take a picture together."

Then, spotting Aaron Wyatt, the bride raised an eyebrow. "Oh, Aaron’s here too. I was wondering where you two lovebirds went. So you ran off here to get all mushy! You’re the worst. Don’t be surprised if I start flirting with my husband at your wedding, you hear?"

Annabelle Linton: "..."

Leona Grant: "..."

Hearing her call them "lovebirds" and mention his and Annabelle’s wedding, Aaron Wyatt’s lips curved into a smile. He didn’t offer any correction. "Let’s go, Annabelle."

Leona Grant’s deep-set eyes locked onto Annabelle Linton like daggers. He let out a derisive sneer and said in a venomous tone, "A wedding? Don’t tell me you two are getting married, too? Have you looked into each other’s families and all that? There are a lot of marriage scams going around. Quite a few of my own employees have been duped. You’d best be cautious, Mr. Wyatt, Miss Linton."

Annabelle Linton: "..."

’That bastard is accusing me of marriage fraud.’

Aaron Wyatt glanced at their still-clasped hands, then smoothly pulled Annabelle’s away. With a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, he said, "How thoughtful of you, Mr. Grant. But Annabelle and I couldn’t possibly know each other any better."

"Is that so?" Leona Grant said, a sarcastic smirk playing on his lips as he looked at Annabelle Linton.

It was a statement, not a question, intended to mock her.

Annabelle Linton’s scalp tingled with anxiety. ’This bastard is an absolute master at causing trouble.’ She really didn’t want to be humiliated in front of everyone, nor did she want to ruin Tiana Taylor’s wedding.

She pulled Tiana Taylor along, heading back. "Let’s go. Time for that picture."

"Oh, Aaron, you come too!"

Aaron Wyatt stared coldly at Leona Grant, who returned the icy gaze.

Sparks flew as their gazes clashed. They were evenly matched, neither man’s powerful presence outshone by the other.

One ruthless, the other aloof—the combined intensity of their confrontation was dazzling to the onlookers.

After they locked eyes for a moment, Aaron Wyatt’s lips suddenly curved into a smirk. He then possessively and provocatively draped his arm over Annabelle Linton’s shoulder in a show of intimacy. "We’ll do whatever Annabelle wants."

People overseas were generally more open about casual physical contact, so Annabelle and her friends were long used to it. She didn’t think anything of it, nor did she resist.

Leona Grant remained where he stood, watching them walk away.

His hands were shoved in his pockets, his posture ramrod straight. Tall and imposing, he watched them with a cold expression, finally letting out an arrogant sneer.

A profound iciness settled in his eyes, as if he had gathered all the cold in the world into his gaze, letting it slowly brew and ferment.

For the rest of the event, he stood in a corner watching Annabelle Linton.

’Annabelle Linton is so beautiful.’ Even the bride, who should have been the most stunning woman there, was outshone by her.

She stood there in her formal gown, her hair smooth and her features gentle, wearing a perfectly pleasant smile. Many people came to toast her, but Aaron Wyatt blocked them all on her behalf.