Remarriage Failed Again Today

Chapter 390: Chapter 390: You’re Nothing But Her Tool to Provoke Me and Get Revenge on Me

Just then, the door was suddenly thrown open. Aaron Wyatt appeared in the doorway, holding a large, beautiful bouquet of flowers. A handsome smile played on his lips. "Miss me, Anna—"

He was about to say the next word when he saw the scene inside. He couldn’t get another sound out, just stood there, completely frozen.

The flowers fell to the floor.

Annabelle Linton saw the pain, disappointment, and sorrow in Aaron Wyatt’s grief-filled eyes, and her heart ached fiercely.

’In the end, I’ve hurt him again!’

The color drained from her face, and her heart sank. She hurriedly pushed Leona Grant.

Leona Grant finally reacted. She looked at Aaron Wyatt standing in the doorway, and a dark glint flashed in her eyes.

With one hand, she seized both of Annabelle’s wrists and pinned them above her head.

Before Annabelle could even cry out in protest, Leona Grant lowered her head and captured her lips in a kiss.

Annabelle’s hands were pinned, leaving her completely unable to move.

The kiss wasn’t long, but it left Annabelle flushed and gasping for breath.

She cast a lazy glance at Aaron Wyatt. "Hey. Who are you? Get out."

"Aaron, it’s not what you think—"

"How dare you touch her?"

"Touch—" Aaron Wyatt strode forward and threw a vicious punch.

Leona Grant dodged with lightning speed, then looked at him with cold, dangerous eyes. "So you’ve forgotten the beating you took last time? Still biting off more than you can chew?"

Aaron Wyatt’s eyes were bloodshot as he roared, "She’s mine, every last inch of her! Who the hell are you to lay a finger on her, you animal?!" freёwebnovel.com

"Yours?"

Leona Grant let out a cold laugh, gracefully getting off the bed to look at him with contempt. "You say she’s yours? Have you slept with her? Married her?"

She looked at Aaron Wyatt with pure arrogance, utterly dismissing him as she enunciated each syllable, "Get this through your head. An-na-belle. Lin-ton. Is. My. Woman! You? You’re just a tool she’s using to make me jealous, to get her revenge on me. And you still have the gall to make claims? It’s laughable. Pathetic. Shameful. And above all... pitiful."

Aaron Wyatt clenched his fists, his eyes growing even more bloodshot as he lunged at her. "I’m going to teach you a goddamn lesson today!"

"Bring it on!"

Aaron Wyatt threw a punch. It connected, and blood trickled from the corner of Leona Grant’s mouth. A vicious glint flashed in her eyes as she executed a spinning kick. It hit Aaron, sending him stumbling back two steps as he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Aaron then struck back, and their fight grew more and more savage, each blow thrown with reckless abandon.

Annabelle scrambled off the bed, hastily threw on her clothes, and tried to break up the fight, but one of them shoved her out of the room and slammed the door shut!

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Annabelle was frantic, her heart leaping into her throat. She pounded desperately on the door. "Leona Grant! Aaron Wyatt! Calm down and open this door!"

"Open the door! Both of you, stop fighting right now!"

The door remained stubbornly shut. Annabelle ran downstairs to get a staff member to open it.

By the time they got the door open, the scene inside was absolutely horrifying.