Remarriage Failed Again Today

He ran a little further, then stopped. Mustering his courage, he turned back to Annabelle Linton and said, "Miss, I like you! When I grow up, I’m going to marry you! You have to wait for me, okay?"

Annabelle Linton watched the little boy run off adorably, clutching his two stuffed animals. ’The way his face turned bright red when he shyly blurted that out... his expressions were priceless. It was just too cute!’

Lost in thought, she gazed with a fond smile at the spot where the little boy had disappeared, staring for a long, long time.

As she was staring into the distance, a voice suddenly sounded from beside her. "You seem to like him a lot, don’t you?"

Without giving it much thought, Annabelle Linton kept her eyes fixed on where the boy had vanished and replied with a smile, "Yes, I do."

"Annabelle Linton!"

Annabelle Linton looked over and saw Leona Grant staring at her, his face dark.

’When I heard her on the phone earlier, it scared me to death. I thought something had happened to her. But when I saw her smiling just now, I could finally relax.’

’It really terrified me. Annabelle Linton was never like this before.’

’I could clearly sense how down she was earlier. Seeing her like that made me miserable, too.’

Annabelle Linton looked at him, puzzled, but didn’t say anything.

Leona Grant’s face remained dark as he said, "I can’t believe it. You’re out for just a little while and you’ve already managed to pick up a guy. You’re really something else!"

"..."

In reality, he just wanted her to comfort him.

A bitter smile touched the corners of Annabelle Linton’s lips. She lowered her head and said, "He said he doesn’t have a mother. I gave him some gifts, and he took a liking to me. He’s just a poor kid."

It wasn’t until much, much later that Annabelle Linton came to understand that kindred spirits truly exist in this world.

Her own child had also lived a pitiful existence for several years...

Leona Grant’s gaze fell on her.

The weather was always unpredictable this time of year, swinging between hot and cold.

She was wearing a plain white sheath dress with no pattern, its hemline ending mid-thigh and revealing stunningly beautiful legs. Over it, she wore a red, knee-length trench coat. On her feet were ten-centimeter heels, giving her a commanding and sophisticated aura.

At that moment, her gaze was lowered, an armful of dolls and stuffed animals clutched to her chest. Her long, curly hair cascaded down, obscuring half her face and hiding her expression in the shadows.

’The dolls in her arms told me she must have been here for a long time.’

Leona Grant’s gaze dropped to the ten-centimeter heels on her feet. ’This woman... she’s already taller than most, and yet she still wears shoes this high.’

He had actually asked Annabelle Linton once why she always wore such high heels. At the time, she had simply replied that the first thing a woman must conquer is the pair of heels on her feet.

The warm, yellow glow of the streetlight washed over her, enveloping her in a soft radiance, yet she exuded an air of quiet desolation.

’The Annabelle Linton I know is cold, aloof, and confident. She can be gentle, too, but she’s rarely ever like this.’

Seeing her like this made his heart ache.

Frowning, Leona Grant stared at her and asked in a low voice, "Annabelle Linton, what’s wrong? I called you several times. Why didn’t you answer?"

Annabelle Linton kept her gaze lowered, remaining silent. Just as the little boy had done, her hand toyed with the ear of a small panda doll. After a moment, she slowly murmured two words: "I’m sorry..."

For a fleeting moment, Leona Grant wanted to pull her into a hug.

He looked at her and asked in a low voice, "Annabelle Linton, what is really wrong?"

Annabelle Linton took a deep breath and shook her head. "It’s nothing. I just... suddenly felt down."

Seeing her like this, Leona Grant still couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness.

’But why? Why was it that the moment she felt sad, he became miserable too?’