Remarriage Failed Again Today

His heart felt incredibly empty at that moment. Leona Grant clutched his chest and shut his eyes tightly.

’How did I never realize this woman could be so vicious with her words?’ 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

’The kind that pierces you right in the heart.’

...

That evening, Annabelle Linton arrived as expected, carrying a food container.

She also had a laptop with her.

First, Annabelle Linton opened her laptop and turned it on.

Then, she placed the food container on the table and began to dish out the meal for Leona Grant.

She didn’t say a single word the entire time.

Annabelle Linton impassively placed the bowl on Leona Grant’s bedside table, then turned around and sat down in front of her computer.

She didn’t even spare him a glance.

Leona Grant glared at Annabelle Linton, his brow furrowed. "Annabelle Linton, are you giving me attitude?"

Annabelle Linton didn’t answer, continuing to review the week’s blood test reports on her computer.

Receiving no response, Leona Grant’s face turned frosty. "Don’t make me say it again!"

’I’ve been waiting for her for hours, not to be met with this look of utter disdain!’

Finally, Annabelle Linton stopped what she was doing. Lazily propping her chin on her hand, she looked at him without a shred of interest. "Is it that hard to just shut up and eat? Can’t even food plug that mouth of yours?"

Leona Grant’s eyes went cold as he growled, "What kind of attitude is that?"

Annabelle Linton ignored his foul expression and calmly stood up. "Are you going to eat it or not? If not, I’m throwing it out."

"You dare!"

Annabelle Linton gave him a speechless look before sitting back down at her computer. "Then shut up and eat. From this moment on, stay quiet. I don’t want to be disturbed, and I don’t want to hear a single sound from you. Got it?"

"What did you just say?!" Leona Grant felt like his lungs were about to explode.

’Every time I talk to her, we can’t get two sentences in before she infuriates me to death. Have I been too easy on her?’

"Annabelle Linton, just count how many times you’ve been disrespectful to me since this morning. You think I don’t have a temper? That I wouldn’t dare to... MPH—"

Before Leona Grant could finish, a spoonful of porridge was stuffed into his mouth.

Annabelle Linton sat in front of him, expressionlessly scooping another spoonful of porridge from the bowl and holding it out to him. "From now on, be quiet."

Leona Grant looked at her face, so close to his, and at the porridge she offered. A strange feeling washed over him.

He chewed the food in his mouth. It was bland, with very little flavor.

For some reason, he could almost picture Annabelle Linton bustling about in the kitchen, cooking for him specifically because he was sick.

A warm feeling surged through his heart.

’But, wait a second—’

’No flavor?’

Leona Grant forced himself to swallow the porridge in his mouth, his expression immediately souring. "Where’s my spaghetti?"

Annabelle Linton shot him a look as if he were an idiot. "You’re having an allergic reaction. You can’t eat things like that. Your diet has to be plain."

Leona Grant froze, then asked blankly, "Annabelle Linton, you... you’re worried about me?"

Annabelle Linton was speechless.

’She could swear that wasn’t it at all.’

’The porridge was store-bought. Me, cook for him?’

’In his dreams!’

’He seems normal enough, so how can someone so young be so delusional and unhinged?’

"You’re overthinking it."

Lost in his fantasy, Leona Grant couldn’t pull himself out. A huge grin spread across his face as he opened wide and took a big gulp of the porridge Annabelle Linton offered.

After swallowing, he couldn’t stop a smile from curling his lips. "Just admit it. Worrying about me isn’t anything to be ashamed of. Do you know how many women in Lynton would kill for the chance to dote on me?"

"They’re probably not in their right minds."

Leona Grant’s face darkened, but he managed to hold back his anger.

’Whatever. I’ll let it slide, seeing as she cooked for me.’

But... as Leona Grant had this thought, he seemed to have forgotten that the meal wasn’t exactly cooked willingly...