Remarriage Failed Again Today

Leona Grant said expressionlessly, "It’s not your call. I have my ways of taking you back. Don’t provoke me. You won’t gain anything by going against me."

"Threatening me?" Annabelle Linton stared at him and let out a cold laugh. She reached out and knocked a glass of water off the nearby cabinet. "Are you fucking threatening me? Leona Grant, you better listen to me. Whether I stay or go is not your decision to make either. I have my own two feet, and you can’t control me!"

"I’m not controlling you, and I’m not threatening you. I’m simply taking you back," Leona Grant said, his tone still light, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Besides, you don’t know this place or anyone in it. The work is hard, the hours are long. I’m only doing this for your own good."

"For my own good?"

Annabelle Linton kicked over the cabinet beside her, sending various cosmetics and accessories scattering across the floor with a loud CLATTER. Her face was a mask of pure frustration. "For my own good? If it’s for my own good, then divorce me! If it’s for my own good, then let me go! If it’s for my own good, then stop bothering me every single day, understand? Can you stop showing me that disgusting face of yours under the guise of ’doing what’s best for me’?"

Stung by the insult, Leona Grant’s eyes turned cold and sinister. "Annabelle Linton, don’t push it just because I’m being patient with you. You’re getting way ahead of yourself."

"So what if I am?! What are you going to do about it?!"

They stared at each other, one cold and composed, the other stubborn and defiant. Neither was willing to back down.

After a standoff of more than ten seconds, Leona Grant suddenly smiled. "You want a divorce?"

Annabelle Linton’s eyes lit up.

Leona Grant, of course, didn’t miss the shift in her expression, and it infuriated him.

But on the surface, he remained the picture of nonchalance. A wicked smile played on Leona Grant’s lips. "In that case, you’ll have to be on your best behavior.

Because if I don’t agree to a divorce, you can forget about getting one. And if you make me unhappy, I’ll be even less inclined to agree. If I don’t agree, I’ll just stick to you, clinging to you and never letting go. For one lifetime, two lifetimes... for three years, five years, ten years, twenty years..."

Annabelle Linton’s eyes instantly went cold, like a deep, frozen pool. "Are you threatening me again?"

"How could you call it a threat?" Leona Grant leaned in, pinning Annabelle Linton against the wall. He braced one hand against the wall next to her, the other stuffed in his pocket, and moved intimately close. His breath fanned wantonly across her face. "This is called being of one heart and mind, never to abandon, never to forsake."

A sharp glint flashed in Annabelle Linton’s eyes, and without a second thought, she swung her hand to slap him.

Leona Grant caught her hand with ease, leaned down, and pinched her chin. He gave her a light, mischievous peck on the lips, then let go.

"What to do... This little wildcat act of yours is really getting me worked up. It makes me want to pull out those sharp claws of yours."

Annabelle Linton slapped his hand away in disgust and shoved him back forcefully. "I will never give in!"

"Hah." Leona Grant let out a soft laugh—one that was both graceful and utterly confident. "That’s not for you to decide. But to be honest, I’m quite looking forward to your ’performance’ tomorrow."

Annabelle Linton wanted nothing more than to claw that shameless look right off his face. She reached out, shoved him forcefully out the door, and locked it with a flourish.

’Spouting that fucking nonsense to my face... The absolute nerve of him!’

Kicked out, Leona Grant stood outside the door, but he didn’t look the least bit pathetic.

A smirk touched his lips, and he strode away.

...

The next day, Annabelle Linton got a call from the hospital as she was waking up.

The hospital director was on the line, telling her she had to come back. He claimed the hospital was ridiculously busy and that they needed her.

Her position in Nordmark was being given to someone else, and she absolutely had to return, no matter what.

Annabelle Linton was furious. Even an idiot could tell this was Leona Grant’s doing.

She asked the director if Leona Grant had ordered it, but the director actually denied it!