"Sir, you’re not feeling well. You should at least eat a little. How will your body take it if you don’t?" the maid said with concern, holding food to Patrick Grant’s mouth.
Patrick Grant sat on the sofa, a blanket over his frail body, and coughed weakly a couple of tis. He was playing chess against himself.
"If only Annabelle were here... she would always play chess with . Now she’s gone, and I have no one to play with... COUGH, COUGH..." the old man said sorrowfully.
The maid said, her own voice tinged with sadness, "Sir, please don’t be upset. Miss Linton and the Young Master weren’t a good match, so it’s for the best that they separated. A man like the Young Master will have no trouble finding soone."
Patrick Grant waved a dismissive hand, saying mournfully, "...He probably won’t be looking for anyone anyti soon. A wife as wonderful as Annabelle... you could search the world over and never find another one like her... This house feels so cold and empty now. I miss the days when Annabelle was here. It was always filled with laughter and joy... Sigh..."
Leona Grant heard his grandfather’s words the mont he walked into the living room.
His eyes swept across the living room. It was true; the room felt devoid of life.
Things had changed.
Ever since Annabelle Linton left, the entire house had changed.
’He missed the old days, too.’
Leona Grant sighed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed down his bitterness.
’Whatever. What’s the use of missing her?’
’Would missing her bring Annabelle Linton back?’
He looked at his grandfather.
The man he had idolized most as a child now sat with a pale face, his body hunched over, the very picture of desolation.
’He felt so unfilial. He was a grown man, yet he was still making his grandfather worry.’
Leona Grant watched his grandfather with his deep, dark eyes for a long mont before finally lowering his gaze. "Grandfather," he said, his voice hoarse, "I’m sorry. It’s over between and Annabelle Linton. There’s no going back."
"I know that your greatest wish right now is for to have a child. So how about this, Grandfather? Please look around for a suitable woman and introduce her to . I’ll et her, and if her background and everything seem right, we’ll get married. I’ll aim to have a child by next year."
The old man stared at him in astonishnt. "What did you say?"
"Introduce to a woman. I want to get married," Leona Grant said, his face expressionless.
’That was right. He wanted to get married.’
’Annabelle Linton didn’t want him anymore, so what else could he do?’
’He might as well find a woman, have a child, and fulfill his grandfather’s dream.’
’He had enough regrets in this life. He couldn’t bear to have any more.’
The old man still hadn’t recovered from his shock. "But what about Annabelle? Don’t you love her anymore?"
A faint pang of pain shot through Leona Grant’s heart. He pressed his lips together, sadness swimming in his eyes. "Grandfather, she already has a boyfriend. Please, don’t talk like that."
"Sigh..."
The old man sighed, his eyes dimming, and a long silence fell over the living room.
After a long while, the old man looked at him and asked, "Are you really sure about this?"
"Yes."
"Alright then. If you want to get married, then get married. It’s probably for the best..."
"Yes."
...
「In the blink of an eye, the afternoon passed.」
On a clear, starlit night, Leona Grant, at twenty-five years old, went on his very first blind date.
「The Dawnlight Cafe.」
Leona Grant sat by the window, his expression indifferent.
’They say the best way to get over a relationship is ti and a new fla.’
’Ti... he didn’t have any, and there was no way to get more.’
’So, a new fla was his only option.’
"Hello, Mr. Grant."
Leona Grant was looking out the window when a woman appeared before him.
She was beautiful—white dress, long hair, a tall, slender figure. Except for the faint hint of a smile gracing her lips, she looked startlingly like Annabelle Linton.
For a second, Leona Grant was lost in a daze.
’But Annabelle Linton never smiled so easily...’
Clutching her handbag, the woman gracefully tucked a strand of long hair behind her ear and spoke, her voice soft and gentle. "Mr. Grant, do you rember ? We et again. My na is Annabelle Ainsworth."
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