Remarriage Failed Again Today-Chapter 183: She’s Even Colder Than Before

But Annabelle Linton only cried harder, her sobs filled with despair, each one heartbreaking.

"It wasn’t me, it really wasn’t me! Believe me, believe me!"

Leona Grant watched Annabelle Linton clinging tightly to his chest, sobbing uncontrollably, and an inexplicable, sharp pain pierced his heart.

It was a pain like being run through by several sharp knives.

He reached out, pulled Annabelle Linton tightly into his arms, and kissed her gently. "Okay, okay, it wasn’t you. I believe you."

Annabelle Linton hugged Leona Grant back just as tightly.

It was the feeling of someone who had just survived a life-or-death disaster.

She held onto Leona Grant with agitated, needy tremors, and waves of heartache washed over him.

’What on earth did she dream about?’

’Crying out my name over and over... what did she see in her dream?’

"I believe you. I’ll protect you, so please stop crying, okay?"

Annabelle Linton gradually quieted down, but her arms around him never loosened.

Leona Grant didn’t let her go either.

And so, with a complex and profound look in his eyes, he held her and sat there all night.

Unbeknownst even to himself, the arms holding Annabelle Linton were filled with a trace of tenderness and pity.

Much later, whenever someone would ask Leona Grant why loving Annabelle Linton was so painful, so heartbreaking, and yet he refused to let go...

Leona Grant would just give a bitter reply.

Because that night, in her despair, Annabelle Linton had clung to him, letting him feel what it was like to be needed.

Even if he was the root of her nightmare, even if he had just happened to be there.

...

After a restless night, Annabelle Linton woke with a frown.

The sun was already high in the sky, the weather bright and clear.

Annabelle Linton stared out the window with an unfocused gaze, dazed for a few seconds.

The dream had been so vivid, so real, that a lingering fear remained.

Annabelle Linton walked to the window and reached out her hand, trying to catch a ray of sunlight.

Then, a relieved smile spread across her lips.

She had really caught it. Because in the basement prison, there was no sunlight.

’It really was a dream.’

Leona Grant came out of the bathroom and froze for a moment when he saw Annabelle Linton’s smile.

It was quiet and hazy, like a thin layer of mist swirling around her. There was less indifference and more of an indistinct trance.

Annabelle Linton exuded an ethereal, noble air.

Watching her, Leona Grant subconsciously asked, "You’re awake?"

The moment Annabelle Linton heard his voice, the smile vanished from her lips, and an icy chill instantly radiated from her.

She walked into the bathroom with a blank expression, completely ignoring Leona Grant.

Leona Grant frowned as he watched her distant behavior.

A sour, empty feeling grew in his heart.

Half an hour later, Annabelle Linton had finished washing up and put on some light makeup.

Looking at Annabelle Linton, Leona Grant inexplicably felt she was even colder than before.

’Actually, I’ve been thinking about what Annabelle Linton said in her sleep last night.’

’Annabelle Linton kept insisting she didn’t do it, that it wasn’t her, and that she wasn’t the one who caused the death of Vivian Yates’s child.’

’What on earth is going on?’

’Vivian Yates doesn’t even have a boyfriend, so where would a child have come from?’

’So, there’s only one possibility!’

’Annabelle Linton must have misunderstood my relationship with Vivian Yates.’

’In the past, I gave Vivian Yates all the credit for her devotion to me. Could that be what scarred her?’

Leona Grant subconsciously thought this way, because it was the only explanation for why Annabelle Linton was so cold to him.

And he was willing to think this way.

Because at least this way, it meant he was still in Annabelle Linton’s heart, wasn’t it?

Leona Grant’s profound gaze locked onto Annabelle Linton, and he looked at her intently. "Annabelle Linton, we need to talk."