Free Web NovelChapter 384: Chapter 384: Leona Grant Cannot Be Without Annabelle Linton 8
Sorry?
What’s the use?
Their relationship had reached a point where a simple "sorry" was far from enough to fix anything.
Words were hollow, and actions were even more futile.
With the label "murderer" shackled to him, she was reminded of her own death and of her child every time she saw him.
The baby had been so small... It would kick her, respond to her, touch her belly with its little hands, and squirm around inside her...
She had even imagined how moved she would be when her baby’s little mouth formed the word "Mama"... She hadn’t wanted to cause any trouble or ask for too much. She just wanted to live, together with her baby...
It had been with her for so long, only to be killed by him just like that...
What did the child do wrong? What did she do wrong?
But he had killed it... Her poor child never even had the chance to see the world before its own father killed it with his own hands...
Sorry?
Isn’t that just ironic?
"Heh."
A careless sneer spread across Annabelle Linton’s face as she said sarcastically, "Don’t bother saying sorry. It’s completely fucking useless, isn’t it? Look, Leona Grant, every single part of our relationship is covered in scars. What’s the use of you turning around and being nice to me now?"
"My heart is already dead—thoroughly dead, frozen solid. It’s like I’ve been completely reborn as a new person. In other words, if you were me, would you still choose the person who hurt you for so many years?"
"But I love you."
Leona Grant stared at her, his voice firm. "I know I hurt you in the past, but Annabelle Linton, that’s exactly why I can’t give up on you. I want to make it up to you. Please, give me a chance, okay? If you just give me one chance, I’ll definitely cherish it. Let’s not live our lives with regrets, alright?"
"Such high-sounding words." Annabelle Linton’s eyes reddened slightly. The thought of her child felt like a knife twisting in her heart.
She turned to change her shoes, hiding her distress. "You need to be alive to be loved," she said nonchalantly. "And I really can’t handle your love, Mr. Grant. I’d be more than satisfied if you just stopped bothering me. I don’t need your so-called ’love’." freёwebnovel.com
"Save your heartfelt devotion for someone else. From now on, please take a detour when you see me. If you can’t, then please ignore me. And if you can’t ignore me, find a way to. Starting today, you can go back to your carefree life. I won’t be an eyesore, irritate you, or get in your way anymore. Bye."
With that, she put on her trench coat and strode coolly out the door without a single glance back at him.
Leona Grant watched her cold, indifferent departure, then slammed his fist hard against the wall, sweeping the food off the table in his fury.
He lowered his gaze, panting heavily, and then finally, he laughed.
’You don’t need my love?’
’Fine. But on one condition: give me back my heart!’
’My heart’s already gone, so what’s the use of saving face?’
Leona Grant scoffed, kicked over the coffee table, and slammed the door on his way out.
He never gave up on something he wanted.
’Then we’ll just have to wait and see.’
’Annabelle Linton. Even in death, I will make you love me.’
...
Two days passed in a flash.
Money makes you king. No matter how big the crowds, you could have whatever you wanted.
Annabelle Linton swiped her card everywhere, spending without a care in the world. She stayed in hotels, went bungee jumping, hiked through mountains and streams, and soaked up the sun, enjoying life.
The service at the hotel was excellent. Annabelle Linton was just coming out of the spa center.
She swiped her key card and opened the door to her room, and the rich fragrance of flowers washed over her.
Leona Grant was lying on the bed, surrounded by a roomful of roses.
Annabelle Linton stared at him, her expression utterly dead inside. He grinned, his smile practically begging to be punched. "Romantic, isn’t it? I’m giving myself to you as a gift."
