Chapter 318: Chapter 318: Don’t Forget, He Made the First Move

The unexpected embrace made Annabelle Linton freeze.

Once she snapped out of it, Annabelle’s brow furrowed and she pushed him.

’Ever since her rebirth, she’d hated physical contact with other people.’

But the more she pushed, the tighter he held her. Annabelle, irritated but not daring to curse him out, said in resignation, "I’m making breakfast. Get out for a minute."

He inhaled her scent deeply, his voice low. "Just a little longer."

Annabelle rubbed her forehead, a headache coming on. ’I really hate this—having to swallow my anger and say nothing.’

His so-called "little while" stretched into five minutes. Annabelle was sorely tempted to bring the kitchen knife down on his head.

Leona Grant finally let her go. His heart warmed at the sight of the ingredients on the counter, and a smile played on his lips. "Making me breakfast again?"

"I’m eating, too."

"So you’re making breakfast for us?"

"..."

Annabelle was a woman of few words. As a rule, she ignored any question she deemed unnecessary to answer.

She simply said, "I’ll give you ten minutes to go upstairs and get ready. If you’re not down by then, I’m starting without you."

"You wouldn’t dare eat without me!"

"If you keep dawdling, I guarantee you won’t even get a glass of milk."

Leona Grant pinned her against the wall, his eyes narrowing as he studied her cold expression. "Annabelle Linton. Getting bold, are we? Threatening me?"

Annabelle stared back at him, her face a blank mask. "What, you think it’s some great honor to make people wait for you? I didn’t get up at the crack of dawn to make breakfast for nothing."

His heart warmed at her words.

’She could have just let the maids do it, but she cooked for him herself.’

He pecked her on the lips, then looked at her with a smug air. "Fine. You’re forgiven."

’Forgiven?’

Annabelle shot him a cool glance. As she walked past him, she rolled her eyes dramatically and muttered one word under her breath: "Jerk."

That just made Leona laugh again.

’He could never resist that look on her face.’

He leaned against the doorframe, a small smile on his face as he watched her bustling around the kitchen. A warmth slowly filled his chest.

’He really, truly loved this—waking up to see her in the sunlight every day. It gave him something to look forward to.’

With a small smile, Leona Grant turned and headed upstairs.

Ten minutes later, breakfast was set on the table.

The two of them began their meal.

No one spoke, but the atmosphere at the table was surprisingly peaceful.

Once they were nearly finished, Annabelle let out a breath. She looked at him, her expression calm, and said, "Leona Grant, we need to talk."

Leona Grant rustled the newspaper in his hands, his expression unreadable. "I don’t want to hear that man’s name."

They both knew exactly who he was talking about.

Annabelle’s frustration flared at his response. She squeezed her eyes shut and tightened her grip on her chopsticks. "This is pointless. What we’re doing is completely pointless. We’re divorced, so why can’t we just leave each other alone?"

’Leave each other alone?’

Leona Grant lowered his newspaper and looked at her, his face a mask. "I have no intention of bothering you. But don’t forget whose turf you’re on. Did I beg you to come here? I’m not keeping you prisoner. You’re free to leave whenever you want!"

’Did she want to stay here?’

’She’d sent people to look for Aaron Wyatt, but they had found nothing. He was probably the only one in the world who knew where Aaron Wyatt was.’

Annabelle slammed her chopsticks on the table, glaring at him in fury. "Let him go, and I’ll walk out of here this instant. Leona Grant, if you can’t stand the sight of me, then come after me! Stop taking it out on them, okay?"

"Taking it out?" Leona Grant looked at her, his expression frigid, and a cold sneer twisted his lips. "Am I the one taking it out on anyone? Don’t forget, he’s the one who made the first move!"