Annabelle Linton looked at Aaron Wyatt.

He was covered in injuries. One knee was bent, the other leg lay straight on the ground. His face was pale, and his head lolled against the wall. He looked like he could die at any moment!

And the place he was sitting now was the very same spot she had once been held!

Annabelle Linton’s eyes suddenly reddened, and she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her.

She tore herself away from Leona Grant and ran to Aaron Wyatt’s side. Kneeling, she reached out a trembling hand to cup his face, choking out, "Aaron Wyatt..."

’I can’t believe Leona Grant locked him up here. I never would have imagined it in a million years!’

’In my last life, I was imprisoned in this same place. Grandpa sent people to look for me for ages, but they never found me!’

’How could Leona Grant be so despicable, so terrifying!’

Recalling the four months she had barely clung to life in this very place, Annabelle Linton felt a wave of sharp, prickling pain wash over her.

’Back then, I had my baby with me, which was how I managed to survive. But what about Aaron Wyatt?’

"Aaron Wyatt, Aaron Wyatt, wake up! I’m here to take you home..." Annabelle Linton said, shaking him as she cried.

Hearing someone call his name, Aaron Wyatt forced his heavy eyelids open. When he saw the figure he had been yearning for, he pulled her into his arms. "Annabelle."

Smelling the scent of blood on him, Annabelle Linton’s sobs grew stronger. "I’m sorry... This is all my fault. I’m so sorry..."

"It’s nothing. These are just minor things." Aaron Wyatt held her tighter, his voice still warm. "Annabelle, I’ve missed you so much. I’ve been thinking about you constantly these past few days."

Annabelle Linton was so heartbroken she couldn’t speak.

’Whether in my past life or this one, my existence has always been a burden to him, always bringing him harm.’

’I don’t want to owe anyone anything, and I don’t want to hurt anyone. So why do I always end up hurting him indirectly?’

The delicate scent of the woman in his arms was like a panacea for his wounds. A wave of contentment and bliss washed over Aaron Wyatt as he held her. "Annabelle, promise me... if I make it out of this alive, we’ll get married, okay?"

"Hah."

The words drew a sneer from Leona Grant.

A flash of panic, too quick to catch, crossed his eyes.

Looking down on the embracing pair, his eyes were filled with frost. "Marry her? You’re delusional!"

A disdainful, mocking curve formed on his lips as Leona Grant looked coolly at Annabelle Linton. "You’re interested in this piece of trash? If I want him dead by midnight, he won’t live to see the dawn. A man with no strength to even truss a chicken, a man anyone could kill at any time—what’s there to rely on? What’s there to believe in?"

Leona Grant’s words failed to get any reaction from the two.

Annabelle Linton looked at his injuries, consumed by guilt.

’If it weren’t for me, he wouldn’t have ended up like this. It’s my fault.’

"Aaron Wyatt, I will get you out of here. Don’t worry."

To have her concern, her worry... to be able to hold her... he was completely satisfied.

Aaron Wyatt said gently, "Mm, that’s fine. As long as I can be with you, it doesn’t matter where we are."

Being ignored, Leona Grant’s expression turned utterly grim.

’Watching Aaron Wyatt hold Annabelle Linton... even I couldn’t get Annabelle to hold me so willingly. What right does he have?’

’Is my woman someone he can covet and try to touch?’

’What a joke!’

Leona Grant stared intently at Annabelle Linton, the worry and anxiety in her eyes stinging his own.

She was crying again.

She always teared up so easily for this man. When she was kidnapped, when he was injured, at the hospital, and now, it was the same.

’But has she ever spared even a second of her attention, of her worry, for me?’