He never wanted the divorce in the first place.
Lately, he’d been living like a walking corpse, his every thought and dream filled with her.
He missed her to the point of madness, so much that he couldn’t taste his food or sleep at night. And her?!
Flaunting her affection in public, cooing at another man, feeding another man, wrapping her arms around another man!
Fuck!
How could he not have known that Annabelle Linton, his wife for two years, was capable of this?
He looked out the window. They were still hugging!
Still hugging!
Everyone around them was watching with envious eyes. The picture-perfect scene stung his eyes, and the raw, painful truth of it all caught him completely off guard.
’Two of them and a dog... they sure look comfortable!’
’So Annabelle Linton really did divorce for that man!’
’What does that guy have that I don’t?’
’My sincerity? My power? My status?!’
He suddenly rembered what happened a month ago outside the Civil Affairs Bureau. He’d forced a kiss on her, and she’d ruthlessly pressed on his wound until the pain made him black out.
’Wasn’t she supposed to be so virtuous maiden who valued her honor above all else? Then why isn’t she pushing him away?’
’What, so it’s a double standard? It all depends on who the guy is?!’
’I was her husband! Was my touch that unbearable to her?!’
Leona Grant placed his hands on the table and fiercely clenched them together. He closed his eyes, a terrifying aura emanating from his entire body.
Icy. Caustic. Unapproachable. Pure fury.
He seed ready to explode at the slightest provocation.
Xylas Shepherd watched him in confusion. A mont ago, the man had been radiating a faint, lonely lancholy. ’How did he suddenly beco so furious?’
He poked Nathaniel Locke, who was eating elegantly beside him, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "What’s with Leona? Why’d he suddenly get so angry?"
Without looking up, Nathaniel Locke simply gestured out the window with a finger.
Xylas Shepherd looked in the direction he indicated.
He imdiately saw Annabelle Linton sitting on a bench with a man. Annabelle’s head was bowed as if lost in thought. The man’s hand rested on her shoulder as he leaned in close, the corner of his mouth curving into a roguish smile as he spoke to her.
But one thing was clear: the man liked Annabelle Linton!
The tenderness and affection in his eyes were completely undisguised!
He sucked in a sharp breath.
Just as he was about to say sothing, two girls sat down at the adjacent table and began an animated discussion.
"Oh my god, did you see that guy outside? He’s so handso! And his girlfriend is gorgeous. I’ve never seen such a beautiful woman. They’re seriously a match made in heaven!"
"I know, right? I’ve been watching them since they showed up. The guy is so dominant and possessive! The girl just said a few words to soone, and he got all mad. It must be amazing to have a guy that hot care about you and get jealous over you," the other girl gushed.
"I know! So the handso guy got mad, and she kept trying to explain, saying she didn’t talk to anyone except their ’son.’ That little dog must be their ’son,’ right? He’s so cute! I really want a boyfriend too, and we could get a dog together... how romantic would that be?"
"Yeah, and did you hear? After he picked her up and sat down, he asked her to be his girlfriend and to marry him! It’s so romantic..."
"The girl said she’d think about it. They’re definitely going to get together. I’m so jealous..."
Hearing this, a dangerous glint flashed in Leona Grant’s eyes, and he let out a cold scoff.
’Marry him? Be his girlfriend?’
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