Annabelle Linton struggled to pull her hand back, but Leona Grant was holding it so tightly she couldn’t break free.
’What should I do? I just wanted to ss with her a bit, but I didn’t expect it to backfire on like this.’
He gave Annabelle Linton an aggrieved look.
Annabelle Linton felt a buzzing in her head. Sitting across from her senior, she was completely on edge, as if sitting on pins and needles.
’Hey, ex-husband-slash-cousin, you’re going to blow our cover, you know that?’
Her senior looked at them suspiciously. No matter how he looked at it, they didn’t seem like cousins at all.
"Annabelle... is this really your cousin? I’ve never heard you ntion him. And he doesn’t look anything like you."
In so families, cousins can look quite similar.
Leona Grant rolled his eyes at him, speechless.
’Since when the hell do a husband and wife look alike?’
Annabelle Linton forced a laugh, shot Leona Grant a sideways glance, and said deliberately, "My cousin was just released from jail. He’s not very worldly, he’s a bit slow, and he has a terrible temper. It’s perfectly normal that you’ve never heard of him; I’ve only t him a few tis myself."
Leona Grant was speechless.
His expression instantly darkened. He shot to his feet and roared through gritted teeth, "Annabelle Linton!"
Everyone in the coffee shop turned to look at them.
Leona Grant’s face was thunderous.
’Just released from jail?’
’Not very worldly?’
’A bit slow?’
’A terrible temper?’
’Give a fucking break!’
Annabelle Linton’s hand was finally free. She breathed a sigh of relief, though a flash of anger flickered in her eyes.
On the surface, however, she remained perfectly elegant. She glanced at Leona Grant, then turned to her senior with the kind of look one reserves for a difficult child. "You see, Senior? My cousin’s having another tantrum. Why don’t we chat another ti? I should probably take him out for a bit."
Her senior was utterly baffled, but he didn’t comnt. He stood up like a gentleman and said, "All right. We’ll talk next ti."
He took two steps, then turned back. Looking at Leona Grant’s impeccably handso face, he sighed regretfully and said with a sympathetic expression, "There’s still hope for you. Don’t give up. As long as you’re determined to turn over a new leaf and start fresh, I’m sure you can live a good life."
With that, he went to the counter, paid the bill, and left.
Leona Grant was speechless.
’So he really thinks I’m an ex-con.’
He snapped his head toward Annabelle Linton, his expression grim. "Annabelle Linton, what was that all about?"
Annabelle Linton stared back at him, her face a blank mask. ’I’m the one who should be asking him what the hell he thinks he’s doing!’
’I was just minding my own business, having a cup of coffee. What did I do to deserve this?’
She glanced at her hand, and rembering what he’d just done, she wished she could chop it right off!
Annabelle Linton closed her eyes and pressed her lips into a thin line. Suppressing her rage, she grabbed her bag and headed for the exit.
When Leona Grant saw she was ignoring him, he stepped in front of her, blocking her path.
"Move," Annabelle Linton said, her voice dangerously low.
"No. You’re going to explain yourself right now. Who was that guy, and why did you bad-mouth in front of him?" Leona Grant demanded, his brow furrowed seriously.
’Bad-mouth him?’
A flicker of astonishnt crossed Annabelle Linton’s eyes.
’What the hell? What does he an, ’bad-mouth’?’
Annabelle Linton looked at him and snapped in frustration, "Are you out of your mind? I’ll say it one last ti: get out of my way!"
"Don’t try to play dumb with . I’m asking you for the last ti, who was that guy?!"
’Calling him ’Senior’ this, ’Senior’ that... Senior my ass!’
’I’m not even done dealing with Aaron Wyatt, and now there’s this ’Senior.’ What’s next, tomorrow it’ll be so old deskmate who’s had a secret crush on you for years?!’
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