Remarriage Failed Again Today-Chapter 185: Never Speak of This Crap Again, Understood?

"Still don’t get it?" Annabelle Linton looked at him, her tone laced with a sarcasm that bordered on amusement. "I don’t want anything to do with you. And I certainly don’t want to ’live a good life together’ or whatever it is you’re saying.

Don’t ever say such disgusting things to me again. That joke is so ridiculous I could laugh about it for a year. Understand?"

"I’m not kidding!" Leona Grant stared at her radiant, utterly disbelieving face, struggling to suppress the rage welling up in his chest. "From now on, I won’t be like I was before. And you can rest assured, I won’t get involved with any other women. I’ll be a good husband."

"Oh, I see."

Annabelle Linton suddenly felt it was pointless to argue with someone like him. She pushed him away gently. "Next time, if this is what you want to talk about, don’t bother. It’s a waste of time."

"Annabelle Linton, how long are you going to keep this up?!"

Leona Grant looked at her perpetually calm face and felt like he’d been sucker-punched, but he had no way to vent his frustration.

The anger was just stuck in his chest, suffocating him.

"It’s about Vivian Yates, isn’t it? I won’t have anything to do with her from now on. Is that enough?

There was never anything between us. We just had a normal friendship. You don’t need to let your imagination run wild.

If she makes you feel threatened or unhappy, I’ll cut off all contact with her. Are you satisfied now?"

"Will you ever shut up?!"

Annabelle Linton spun around, glaring at him, so furious she wanted to slap him. "How many fucking times do I have to say it? I hate you! I hate you! Are you incapable of understanding plain English? And another thing, have I said a single word about you and that bitch getting together?"

’Enough!’

’Never before had Annabelle Linton felt so strongly that a person could be this pathetic.’

’When I liked you, you couldn’t be bothered with me.’

’Now that I fucking hate you, you come crawling back, spouting all this nonsense.’

"You did care!"

Leona Grant’s expression was resolute. "You did. All those things you did for me... I thought it was Vivian Yates. That’s why you started hating her.

I know everything now. I was wrong before. I always misunderstood you. I won’t do it again. I want to treat you right. Can’t we just... make things work?"

After the words left his mouth, Leona Grant was shocked. ’What did I just say?’

’He was actually begging this woman. And making promises to her!’

Annabelle Linton’s anger subsided, and she became calm again.

She pressed her lips into a thin, emotionless line and looked at Leona Grant, her voice cold and final. "I’ll say this one last time, so you’d better listen carefully.

I will never, ever get back together with you in this lifetime. So stop talking about this bullshit. Got it?!"

"Annabelle Linton, what are you running from?!"

Annabelle Linton was speechless.

’Honestly, talking to Leona Grant is enough to give anyone a superiority complex.’

A smirk touched Annabelle Linton’s lips. She looked at him, her expression blank, and stated a fact in a low, haughty voice, "If I tell you twice that something bothers me, that it makes me unhappy, and you still insist on doing it...

...then the third time, I’ll have no choice but to make you, and all your bullshit, disappear."

Leona Grant was taken aback by the utterly disdainful arrogance in her eyes.

SLAM! The door was viciously slammed shut.

Only then did Leona Grant realize Annabelle Linton was gone.

He yelled in exasperation, "Annabelle Linton, I’m not finished talking! Get back here!"