"How could there be nothing between us?"
A wicked smirk played on Leona Grant’s lips. His cold, dark eyes fixed on her, a hint of helpless indulgence flickering within them. "We’ve already slept together, yet you say there’s nothing between us? Annabelle Linton, you get your fun, pull up your pants, and then pretend you don’t know ? Is that it? I really don’t know what to do with you. But I have to admit, your performance every single ti leaves ..."
"Shut up!" Annabelle Linton’s eyes widened in shock as she listened to his vulgar words.
She instinctively glanced at Aaron Wyatt and saw him staring expressionlessly at Leona Grant.
When Leona Grant saw Annabelle Linton glance at Aaron Wyatt, a frosty glint flashed in his eyes.
’Even at a ti like this, she’s still worried about Aaron Wyatt’s feelings, is she?’
’Fine.’
’Just fine!’
The dim light cast shadows on Leona Grant’s face, making his features seem even more defined and handso. From Annabelle Linton’s perspective, aside from the flawless, breathtaking lines of his profile, she could see no trace of anger.
He was like a completely different person.
The wicked curve of Leona Grant’s lips deepened. He spoke in a deliberately suggestive tone, "Getting shy, are we? You’re just like this in bed. And the sound of your moans... so shy, yet so wanton. I just can’t get enough."
"Didn’t you hear ? I told you to shut up!" Annabelle Linton yelled at him, her face flushed red, though whether from anger or humiliation was hard to say.
The things he was saying made her wish she could find a hole to crawl into and hide.
’It was just so humiliating, so mortifying. Especially in front of Aaron Wyatt!’
Leona Grant feigned surprise. "What’s wrong? You seed to be enjoying it when I was fucking you, didn’t you?"
Annabelle Linton stared at him in utter shock, never imagining he could say sothing so blatant and crude.
Before she could say a word, Aaron Wyatt strode forward furiously and swung a fist at Leona Grant’s face. "You bastard!"
The punch landed hard, and blood imdiately trickled from the corner of Leona Grant’s mouth.
He clearly could have dodged it, but he didn’t. Instead, a cold, triumphant smirk spread across his face.
As Annabelle Linton looked at him, a terrible premonition washed over her.
Sure enough, the mont Aaron Wyatt hit Leona Grant, a horde of bodyguards in black suits sward out from all directions, surrounding them completely.
Several bodyguards moved forward and roughly restrained Aaron Wyatt.
Where was the wicked charm Leona Grant had shown just monts ago?
An imnse coldness emanated from him, and his deep eyes were like a bottomless abyss. In a harsh voice, he commanded, "Take him away!"
’So the bodyguards were here the whole ti.’
Annabelle Linton suddenly rembered—when had Leona Grant ever gone out without protection?
They were just always hidden in the shadows, only revealing themselves when he was in danger.
Hearing this, Annabelle Linton panicked. "Leona Grant, what are you doing?" she asked nervously. "Why are you taking him? Where are you taking him?"
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