Remarriage Failed Again Today

After a long moment, he slowly exhaled a plume of smoke and said softly, "Is that so..."

A slight smile touched his lips, growing deeper and more unfathomable. "Then let’s keep her. If one day Mason North were to learn of her existence..."

The two exchanged a mysterious smile.

Julian Valerius didn’t elaborate. He rose gracefully and smoothed out a non-existent crease on his suit before lightly pressing a red button.

BOOM—

In an instant, Hell’s Island, where Annabelle Linton and the others had just been, was reduced to ashes.

Without a backward glance, Julian Valerius walked impassively toward the massive floor-to-ceiling window.

A cold smile played on his lips.

’It seems life won’t be so dull anymore.’

...

Three days after leaving Hell’s Island, Annabelle Linton still hadn’t woken up.

She had been given the serum and had undergone surgery. The doctors had clearly stated she was out of danger, but she just wouldn’t wake up.

Leona Grant sat by Annabelle Linton’s bedside, his gaze dark and profound as he watched her.

Even without her usual indifference, she was still shrouded in a faint aura of detachment.

Her features were exquisite. While she might not have the kind of beauty that could topple nations, she was still breathtakingly lovely. Any expression she made held a unique charm.

He had always known she was beautiful, but he hadn’t liked her.

Now, she was just as beautiful, and he was finally starting to like her, but she no longer liked him.

Fate had truly played a cruel joke on him.

"Annabelle Linton..."

Leona Grant pressed Annabelle Linton’s hand to his cheek. Gazing at her sleeping face, he murmured in a low voice, "What do I do? Tell me, what am I supposed to do?"

"I’ve fallen for you. And I mean really, really, *really* fallen for you..."

"What can I do to make you stop hating me? I don’t want to be apart from you. I don’t want to fight with you. I don’t want to divorce you..."

Leona Grant pressed his lips together, gently brushing her bangs aside. His hand came to rest on her smooth, delicate cheek.

"What should I do, darling? I’ve made so many mistakes in the past. Can you give me another chance? I want to make it up to you, I want to treat you right, I want to be with you forever and ever... Can we please start over?"

He gazed down at her tenderly, then pressed a soft kiss to her lips, the rims of his eyes turning red.

The way Annabelle Linton had been so ruthless with herself that day had terrified him.

’Did she used to save me like this, over and over again?’

’But every time, someone else took the credit, while she was met with cold indifference, left to lie alone in a hospital bed.’

’A year in a vegetative state, two months in a coma, vascular headaches, gastric bleeding, severe allergic reactions...’

’Annabelle Linton...’

’Just look at everything my wife has done for me...’

’And what did I do? Not only was I not grateful, I made things even worse!’

"You foolish woman."

"Why are you so foolish? Why do you keep hurting yourself for a bastard like me...?"

"Annabelle Linton, I forbid you from ever hurting yourself like this again. Do you hear me?"

"You idiot, can’t you just be a little kinder to yourself?"

"From now on, you just have to behave. I’ll be the one to protect you, understand?"

"And you? Your only job is to be beautiful."

"Annabelle Linton... you bring warmth to my heart and peace to my soul. Were you sent from heaven to warm me, to light up my life...?"

"I understand now. From now on... I’ll take good care of you..."

"My life has been a cold one, but you... you are my peace and my warmth. For the rest of my cold life... can I dedicate it to warming only you?"

"If you’ll let me... I’ll stay in this life with you, always by your side, bringing you peace and warmth, never leaving you, never abandoning you..."

Just as Leona Grant was speaking, Annabelle Linton’s brow furrowed. She raised a hand to her forehead, showing signs of waking.