"I missed you..."
Annabelle Linton froze when she heard his words, and her shock was imdiately replaced by endless coldness and disgust.
’Could you stop being so disgusting?’
She would rather he treat her with the sa cold indifference as before than have him harbor any feelings for her.
Annabelle Linton scoffed and snapped, "Let go!"
"I won’t!" Leona Grant’s arms tightened around her, squeezing so hard Annabelle Linton could barely breathe. His eyes were bloodshot as he said, "I’m not letting go. If I let go, you’ll leave. If you leave, you won’t want anymore. Annabelle Linton, don’t do this to . Don’t abandon , okay? You can hit , you can curse —anything. Just please, don’t abandon . I’m in so much pain..."
Leona Grant held her, savoring the fleeting mont he had her in his arms.
Even though her body was cold in his embrace, devoid of any warmth, he still wanted to hold on.
’He couldn’t rember when he’d first been drawn to her, nor when he’d started wanting to see her all the ti. He had never loved anyone else, but he knew she was different.’
’Special.’
’He didn’t want to let her go, because only when his mind was this muddled could he hold her and feel her heartbeat. He was afraid that if he loosened his grip for even a second, she would vanish.’
’It was also the only way he could get her attention, to make her look at him for just a mont longer. Just a mont.’
After several sleepless nights, Leona Grant’s voice was hoarse and weary. "Darling, can we please stop fighting? I don’t want to fight with you anymore..."
Hearing this, Annabelle Linton felt a sharp pang in her heart for a split second.
It wasn’t because of Leona Grant’s deep affection, but because of all the naive years she had wasted and seen betrayed.
She felt a flicker of shared misery, but she would not pity him.
But Leona Grant’s words only made Annabelle Linton colder. Ignoring him, she shoved him away with all her might.
’Leona Grant, my heart died the mont you killed and our child.’
’Any feelings I had for you died along with it.’
As his arms fell empty, Leona Grant froze, stunned. Then, his eyes turning scarlet, he roared at her in anguish, "Annabelle Linton, you fucking pushed away again! You’re rejecting again!
"Why? Why can Aaron Wyatt hold you and touch you? Why can you smile at him, but with ... you’re so goddamn cruel?!"
His voice then cracked with barely suppressed anguish and self-pity. "Where the hell do I fall short of him? Or tell what you don’t like about , and I’ll fucking change it! Isn’t that enough?!"
Annabelle Linton just looked at him and smiled coldly. Her face showed no emotion other than casual, cutting mockery.
"In my eyes, he’s the best. And you, Leona Grant, you can’t compare to him in any way. Also, don’t ever say such disgusting things to again."
The sarcastic curve of Annabelle Linton’s lips deepened. Her most beautiful smile was a tribute to a devotion long dead. "Leona Grant, the damage you’ve done to is irreparable. You will never get another chance."
When Leona Grant heard this, a sharp, violent pang of heartache struck him, and panic flooded his entire body.
In his hazy vision, he thought he saw a pair of eyes from the past looking at him—eyes brimming with tears, full of desperation, sorrow, and deep affection.
And he had rely sneered at them.
’Have the tables turned?’
’If he had known then how much a person’s coldness could hurt soone...’
’If he had known his own heart could ache this much, he never would have treated her like that.’
But then the image shifted, and the sight of her sharing a gentle, radiant smile with Aaron Wyatt filled his vision.
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