Remarriage Failed Again Today

The two of them were overjoyed.

After drinking a little water, Annabelle Linton unwrapped Leona Grant’s wound to re-dress it.

His wound was deep, caused by a sharp rock on the cliff.

In truth, cuts like that were the most painful.

Annabelle Linton went to look for some herbs elsewhere, intending to apply them to Leona Grant’s injury.

After all, he’d gotten hurt because of her, and she didn’t want to owe him anything.

Many of the plants here were valuable medicinal herbs, so Annabelle Linton also gathered a few with anti-inflammatory and heat-relieving properties.

Returning to where Leona Grant was sitting, she used fresh water to clean his wound, then applied the herbs.

Leona Grant lowered his gaze, watching Annabelle Linton, who had her head down as she bandaged his wound. A gentle light he himself hadn’t noticed flowed in his eyes.

At that moment, he found himself thinking, ’If we can’t get out of here, I wouldn’t mind staying.’

’He’d be willing for time to freeze in this moment, to stay with Annabelle Linton forever.’

Looking at Annabelle Linton’s indifferent features, an inexplicably unique feeling formed within him. He felt as if he could never look at her enough.

Leona Grant’s life was full of women who approached him for his fame and fortune, his status, his money, and his looks.

Ever since he was young, no matter where he went—even back in kindergarten—he had always been a dazzling presence, the object of every girl’s affection.

But he had long since become immune to it all.

And yet now, a woman appeared who was utterly untainted by the world. Her indifference was cool, her cold beauty was enchanting, and she constantly drew his gaze.

Leona Grant felt as if he were sinking into a swamp, but strangely, he enjoyed the sensation.

Annabelle Linton quickly finished bandaging the wound. She had no idea that in the short time she’d been treating him, Leona Grant’s thoughts had wandered so far.

Just as Annabelle Linton raised her head to stand up, a light kiss was pressed to her lips.

It didn’t linger—it was as fleeting as a dragonfly skimming the water’s surface before it was gone.

Annabelle Linton froze for a moment. When she came to her senses, she frowned at Leona Grant.

Before she could speak, Leona Grant said to her with sincere, earnest gentleness, "Annabelle Linton, thank you."

His voice was incredibly gentle and exceptionally sincere, not like his usual playful self.

’But what was the use?’

’When she had once been willing to die for him, he had cast her aside like trash. Now he was thanking her just for returning a small favor.’

’It was actually quite laughable, when she thought about it.’

Annabelle Linton glanced at him, her lips twitching slightly. Without a word, she stood up.

Seeing her fleeting look of sarcasm, Leona Grant found it inexplicably jarring, piercing his heart.

It was already noon. They couldn’t stay put; it would be even more dangerous in this remote, ancient forest at night. They had to find a way out as soon as possible.

Annabelle Linton picked up her bag and was about to leave when, for some reason, she felt herself step on something hard, like a rock.

"Ah!"

With a loud RUMBLE, the ground where Annabelle Linton was standing suddenly gave way to a hole, and she fell straight through!

"Annabelle Linton—"

Leona Grant shouted as he watched her disappear.

But just as he ran to the spot where she had vanished, the opening was gone.

’So it’s a mechanism.’

A sharp glint flashed in Leona Grant’s eyes as he began searching everywhere for the trigger.

He then stepped on the same rock Annabelle Linton had, and a hole appeared beside him.

Without a second thought for what might be inside, Leona Grant leaped in.

’He couldn’t let Annabelle Linton be in danger!’

After jumping in, his body fell uncontrollably downward, as if on a slide. The tunnel was deep and very dark.