Remarriage Failed Again Today-Chapter 148: Annabelle is Taking a Bath
Vivian Yates offered a modest smile, her gaze drifting into the distance.
Where Faye Sheffield couldn’t see, Vivian Yates’s eyes flashed with a venomous glint.
’Annabelle Linton, I used to think it was beneath me to make a move on you, but you’ve tested the limits of my patience time and time again.’
’You like to play games, is that it?’
’Fine, then. I’ll be happy to play along!’
...
Leona Grant had gone straight to the office after returning from the hospital and had been busy until now.
It was around dusk when he received the message.
Coming out of the bathroom, he casually towel-dried his hair and habitually glanced at his phone.
Instantly, dozens of photos flooded in.
With just a cursory glance, Leona Grant’s pupils contracted violently, and his face instantly turned cold.
He threw down the towel, tapped open the photos, and began to examine them carefully.
The photos were taken from a head-on perspective, with an airport in the background.
And the subject of the photos was none other than Annabelle Linton, who had left in such a hurry this morning!
The images showed Annabelle Linton in a passionate embrace with a man!
Leona Grant’s breath hitched as he sucked in a sharp breath and tapped open a photo.
The first photo.
Annabelle Linton was hugging Aaron Wyatt, her eyes downcast and filled with a sad, wistful look that was heartbreakingly lovely. Aaron, in turn, was holding her gently, one hand on her back and the other at her waist.
The second photo.
Annabelle Linton looked up at Aaron Wyatt, her eyes glistening with tears, while he cradled her head and whispered something gently to her.
The third photo.
Aaron Wyatt dotingly stroked her hair as Annabelle Linton stared blankly up at him.
The fourth... Aaron Wyatt held her in his arms, both of them smiling, each one looking happier than the other.
The fifth... the sixth... the seventh... the eighth...
"SHIT!"
He kicked the six-foot coffee table, sending it flying ten feet!
Leona Grant raised his hand, ready to smash his phone to pieces, but the sight of Annabelle Linton’s face, her smile as lovely as a flower, made him lower it again.
’I’m going to see exactly who this man is that dares to hold my woman!’
Leona Grant zoomed in on Aaron Wyatt’s face and recognized him instantly.
He’d seen his photo in Annabelle Linton’s office before.
Besides Chase Lynch, he was the only other man Leona Grant knew of in Annabelle Linton’s life—and one who was clearly very important to her.
Chase Lynch was no threat, but for some reason, Aaron Wyatt made him feel an inexplicable pressure.
’Was this the "Aaron" Ashley Grant had mentioned?’
He had investigated the man’s background. He’d lived with Annabelle Linton for four years!
Four years. Four whole years!
The kind of inseparable where they were never apart!
The thought that there was another man in Annabelle Linton’s heart besides him made Leona Grant furious.
Even if Annabelle Linton didn’t like him right now, he wouldn’t allow her to be lovey-dovey with any other man.
’She’s my wife!’
Leona Grant dialed Annabelle Linton’s number. As soon as the call connected, he asked icily, "Where are you?"
After a long silence, Aaron Wyatt’s cold voice came from the other end of the line. "Who is this?"
Aaron Wyatt had answered Annabelle Linton’s phone, his handsome brow furrowed in thought.
’The caller ID is just a number. Who is this man calling Annabelle?’
’Why is he using that tone with her?’
’Could it be... him?’
When Leona Grant heard a man’s voice on the other end, he knew without a doubt it was Aaron Wyatt.
’How dare she still be with Aaron Wyatt this late!’
’Where did she go?’
’What right does Aaron Wyatt have to answer her phone?!’
"You’re not worthy of knowing who I am," Leona Grant said, his voice dripping with arrogance as his brow furrowed. "Don’t make me repeat myself. Where is Annabelle Linton?"
Aaron Wyatt wasn’t angered by Leona Grant’s arrogant tone.
He shot a meaningful glance at the bathroom door, the corner of his mouth curving into a sly, provocative smile. "Oh, Annabelle’s in the shower. She might not be out for a little while. Is it important? If it is, I can pass the phone to her."
