Remarriage Failed Again Today-Chapter 191 - 190: Annabelle Linton, You Can Only Be My Private Possession

Without a trace of emotion, without a single caring thought!

’Annabelle Linton, is it that if I don’t force you, you can’t even be bothered to spare me a glance?!’

Annabelle Linton had just brought a spoonful of porridge to Leona Grant’s lips when he smacked it away.

A voice cold enough to freeze hell itself filled Annabelle Linton’s ears. "Where have you been?"

Annabelle Linton stared impassively at the spilled porridge for a few seconds before scooping up another spoonful and holding it to his lips. "Open your mouth."

Leona Grant smacked the spoon away again and let out a cold laugh. "Annabelle Linton, feeding me store-bought food all day. Haven’t you had enough of this act?"

The angrier Leona Grant became, the calmer Annabelle Linton seemed.

Her eyes downcast, she rose calmly, placed the bowl on the table, and quirked her lips into a smirk. "If I’m tired, I’m done acting. I’m not playing your games anymore. Eat it or don’t."

Having said her piece, Annabelle Linton turned and walked coldly out the door.

Leona Grant watched her leave without even bothering to explain, a sharp pain of anger flaring in his chest.

He’d waited for her all night, and when she finally showed up, she barely said a thing before turning to leave!

He had been eating porridge for a whole week—a week of bland, tasteless porridge!

And he’d thought she’d made it for him herself. He never imagined she’d just bought it!

Leona Grant angrily swept the bowl of porridge from the table, sending it crashing to the floor. Then he grabbed Annabelle Linton and threw her onto the bed.

Annabelle Linton was flung onto the bed. As she tried to sit up, Leona Grant loomed over her like a predator, planting one hand beside her body and grabbing her sharp, slender chin with the other.

A raging fire burned in Leona Grant’s eyes, as if he wanted to burn her to ashes. "Annabelle Linton, do you think I won’t do anything to you? Is that why you dare to challenge my authority? You think you’re hot stuff, don’t you?!"

Her chin ached from his grip. Annabelle Linton struggled, twisting her neck, but couldn’t break free from his iron hold.

She glared at him, her eyes filled with an icy chill. "What do you want?"

Her question only made him tighten his grip. Leona Grant leaned in close, his voice a low growl. "What do I want? Don’t you know what you’ve done? Do I need to remind you?!"

"I have no idea what you’re freaking out about. Let me go!"

Annabelle Linton defiantly met his gaze, her expression a mixture of accusation and scorn. "If you’re angry about the porridge, what about all the times I poured my heart and soul into cooking for you? Did you ever spare any of it a single glance?

"Who do you think you are? Why should I do something just because you tell me to? Do you still think I’m the same Annabelle Linton who would just meekly take whatever you dished out?! She’s dead! You tortured her to death a long time ago!"

Her words—’She’s dead’—sent a sharp, stabbing pain through Leona Grant’s heart.

Before he could even begin to understand the source of that pain, Faye Sheffield’s words echoed in his mind.

"She’s a total bitch! You were so good to her, you even married her, but she’s cheating on you behind your back!"

An image of her with Aaron Wyatt flashed before his eyes—the two of them, all lovey-dovey, laughing and talking together. The fire in Leona Grant’s heart roared hotter and hotter, burning away his last shred of reason.

"Then you’ll just have to take it, understand? Remember this: in this world, I, Leona Grant, am heaven, I am earth, I am everything!

"And you, Annabelle Linton, are my private property. You are destined to be the woman in the palm of my hand, and no one else can even think of coveting you! If anyone dares to cross that line, I’ll make them suffer a fate worse than death!"

Annabelle Linton trembled with rage and couldn’t stop herself from roaring back at him, "Leona Grant, what gives you the right to say I’m your property! I’m done with you! Remember who you are and get the hell away from me!"

"As long as I am your husband, you are my woman. Understand?"