Remarriage Failed Again Today

Chapter 622: Chapter 622: What Is Your Purpose?

Vivian Yates pretended to think for a moment, then said, "In that case, cousin, could I trouble you to lend me some money? I’ll pay you back as soon as I have some. Also, I don’t have an ID for a hotel..."

Annabelle Linton nodded. "That’s no problem. I’ll arrange it."

Then she helped her get dressed.

After they were dressed, Annabelle Linton made a call to arrange things. As the two were walking to the hotel, Vivian Yates suddenly collapsed.

Annabelle Linton looked at her and cried out, "Janie! Janie, are you okay?"

Vivian Yates didn’t respond.

With great effort, Annabelle Linton managed to drag her into the car and had no choice but to take her home.

Out of Annabelle Linton’s sight, a triumphant smile played on Vivian Yates’s lips.

Out of Vivian Yates’s sight, Annabelle Linton’s eyes were icy cold.

...

Back at home, she was told that Leona Grant had been called away on a sudden business trip and would be back the next day.

Annabelle Linton instructed the maids to take good care of Vivian Yates, not neglecting her in the slightest.

In her room, a pot of fragrant tea sent steam swirling around Annabelle Linton’s face. The mist veiled her delicate, indifferent features, softening her usual coldness and lending her an indistinct, hazy air.

She was a doctor. She could tell from a person’s natural physiological reactions whether they had truly fainted or were just pretending...

Annabelle Linton’s gaze drifted out the pitch-black window, her eyes fixed on some unknown point in the distance, as if trying to see something through the glass.

Her expression, flickering between light and shadow, was unfathomable.

’Annabelle Ainsworth... what was your goal in faking that collapse?’

’And why did you have to come to my home?’

A cold glint flashed in Annabelle Linton’s eyes.

...

「The next day.」

The delicious aroma of food wafted through the entire villa, luring Vivian Yates from her slumber.

She opened her eyes and took in the luxurious room.

The room was extravagantly large, decorated in a classic European style. There was a four-poster bed with a princess-style canopy, and the entire room was decorated in resplendent colors, complete with an intricate, vibrant carpet...

She walked barefoot to the window.

She had never been to this villa before. It wasn’t the one where Annabelle Linton and he had lived after their wedding. This was Leona Grant’s private villa, and she knew that no other woman had ever stayed here.

The fact that he had brought Annabelle Linton to live here now was enough to show Annabelle’s status in his heart.

It was a villa that resembled a manor estate, also decorated in an aristocratic European style.

Standing at the window, she took in the scenery below.

She could see what looked like a lake, a pavilion, a path lined with seasonal flowers, a large rectangular swimming pool, and gardens.

On the other side were more buildings, including a gym. In front of the villa’s main hall stood a fountain.

In the middle of the fountain was a sculpture. The figure... was of Annabelle Linton, holding a book with her head lowered in a gentle smile...

In her own words, it was a residence as stunning as the Royal Palace.

It had everything one could wish for, all in magnificent splendor.

She was a part of high society. Although the Anson and Yates families were by no means minor households, a residence like this... was something she was seeing for the very first time...

She dreamed of living here for the rest of her life, but it seemed to be just a dream... Yet Annabelle Linton disdained it all. She had even been ready to abandon everything to run away with another man, and it was only by a twist of fate that she had remained...

Vivian Yates looked at everything before her, her eyes stinging as envy and resentment welled up inside her.

The envy was for Annabelle Linton.

She envied her for having such a good husband, for a life free of worries about food or clothing, for being so utterly doted on. Meanwhile, she was forced to live cautiously under someone else’s identity, as nothing more than a pawn.

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