Remarriage Failed Again Today

Annabelle Linton looked annoyed once she saw who it was. "What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you."

"How did you get in?"

"The window."

Annabelle Linton: "..."

’His fever was so bad this morning she’d called for an ambulance... and she’d forgotten to close the window.’

Still, this was the sixth floor. She had no idea how he’d managed to climb up.

Leona Grant looked at Annabelle Linton.

She wore a black silk robe that hugged her graceful curves. The V-neckline offered a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. With her damp hair draped over her shoulders, she looked utterly alluring, exuding a freshness that was almost impossible to resist.

Her cold, indifferent expression, in particular, sparked a primal urge to ravage her.

Leona Grant’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he forced himself to look away.

Annabelle Linton sat on the sofa and wearily pinched the bridge of her nose. "You can go now."

"I’m not leaving."

Annabelle Linton finally snapped. "Can you fucking say more than a few words at a time?!"

"Yes."

Annabelle Linton: "..."

The very sight of Leona Grant irritated Annabelle Linton. She headed for the kitchen. "Leave before I get back, and don’t tell me you have nowhere else to go."

Leona Grant pressed his lips together, rising to block Annabelle Linton’s path.

Annabelle Linton looked at him coolly.

Leona Grant let out a breath, an awkward look on his face. "Why are you back so late? I waited for you all night."

Annabelle Linton’s lips curled into a smirk. "And what does that have to do with you?"

Leona Grant’s brows furrowed slightly. He said in a low voice, "...I waited up for you because I wanted to thank you... for taking care of me last night."

Annabelle Linton let out another low chuckle, her face etched with faint mockery.

’She didn’t know why, but every time she looked at Leona Grant now, it felt like a cruel joke.’

’When she’d taken care of him day and night, he had always treated her with cold indifference.’

’Now, after she’d done something so trivial, he was here to thank her.’

’How ridiculous.’

A cold smile touched Annabelle Linton’s lips, her eyes ice-cold as she looked at him. "Don’t thank me. I was just afraid you’d die here in Nordmark. I’m in the prime of my life with a bright future ahead of me. If you died here, I’d be the last person to have been in contact with you. I have no desire to be accused of your murder. It’s just not worth it."

Her words stung him. He sighed, his brow furrowed. "Annabelle Linton, can you please not talk to me like that? I’m not your enemy."

’Enemy?’

"Ha." Annabelle Linton repeated the word in her mind, letting out another soft, derisive laugh. "Don’t tell me you came all the way here in the middle of the night to lecture me again, Mr. Grant? Why don’t you head back? This humble little hovel of mine can’t possibly accommodate such a magnificent guest."

Leona Grant truly disliked her cold and sarcastic demeanor towards him.

’He just wanted to have a proper conversation with her, yet they always started arguing before they could even get three sentences out.’

Leona Grant’s expression darkened as he looked at Annabelle Linton. He closed his eyes, tamping down his irritation, before saying through a frown, "You’re coming back with me tomorrow."

"Why should I?"

"That’s an order!" Leona Grant couldn’t stop himself from growling. "You don’t have a choice. You have to listen to me!"

’He had so much work to do back home. After just a few days here, it had already piled up mountain-high.’

’He couldn’t rest easy leaving her here. For one, he’d miss her. For another, he was afraid she’d get involved with other men.’

’This woman was a natural at attracting men. He really couldn’t be at ease unless he kept her under his watchful eye.’

Annabelle Linton burst out laughing. She gave Leona Grant a look of utter disbelief. "Who the fuck gives you the right to order me around? And why the hell should I listen to you? If you want to go back, go by yourself. Stop bothering me, got it?"