Remarriage Failed Again Today

Chapter 652: Chapter 662: Sounding Out, Giving the Game Away 8

Watching her adorable antics, Leona Grant strode after her.

Annabelle Linton scurried away, and Leona Grant intentionally held back, letting Annabelle stay just out of reach.

They chased each other playfully. Annabelle Linton, who had started off in a pretend huff, was now laughing heartily. The two of them were having a wonderful time.

After a bit of running, Annabelle Linton couldn’t go on. She stopped, bending over with her hands on her knees to catch her breath.

Leona Grant walked over to her.

Annabelle Linton backed away a couple of steps, waving her hand with a smile. "You... *huff*... don’t come any closer..."

Leona Grant’s lips curved into a smile. She closed the distance, swiftly wrapping her arms around Annabelle. She tucked Annabelle’s phone into her own pocket, then easily lifted her by the hips. Planting a kiss on her, Leona Grant started walking back and said seriously, "Don’t do that again."

The truth was, the moment Annabelle stirred, Leona would wake up.

Leona Grant didn’t know what to do. It was as if she had a sixth sense; the moment Annabelle wasn’t by her side, her eyes would snap open.

’I can’t be away from her for too long.’

Annabelle Linton rested her head on Leona’s shoulder, still catching her breath. "Mm-hm."

"What are you supposed to say to me before bed?"

After a moment, her breathing returned to normal.

The thought made Annabelle Linton find the whole thing incredibly amusing.

’After getting together with her, I realized she’s actually very childish, but it’s endearing in a strange way.’

’I must be going crazy.’

Annabelle Linton played along with a faint smile. "Good night, husband."

"Mm," Leona Grant kissed her again. "Good night, wife."

After walking a little farther, Leona Grant sighed and looked down at her. "I was supposed to spoil you so much you could never leave me," she said glumly, "but in the end, I’m the one who can’t leave you... When will you let me win for once?"

Annabelle Linton kissed her, pressing her face against Leona’s chest. Listening to the steady THUMP-THUMP-THUMP of her heart, she said softly, "I can’t leave you either."

Leona Grant’s heart skipped a beat, a sweet and dizzying happiness blooming within her.

’It’s so easy to feel content just by being with her.’

A single soft-spoken word from her could fill Leona with sweetness for ages.

’With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?’

Leona Grant’s lips curved upward as she cupped Annabelle’s face with one hand and leaned in for a kiss.

As Annabelle Linton hugged her back and returned the kiss, her eyes flickered coolly toward a figure by the flower bushes before she looked away without a trace of notice.

’Now, this will be fun.’

After they had gone, Vivian Yates clenched her fists tightly.

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The next day, Annabelle Linton got up and went straight to the airport to pick someone up.

A married couple was visiting. Back in the day, they had all gotten along great—she, Quentin Holland, and Aaron Wyatt shared a bond forged through thick and thin.

Simon Moss’s wife was a stunning, blonde, blue-eyed Vostokyan beauty, and she and Annabelle Linton were thick as thieves.

This trip had actually been in the works for a long time. Annabelle Linton found them a trustworthy local guide and spent the day with them, only returning home in the afternoon.

Vivian Yates hadn’t been idle all day, either. Knowing that Annabelle Linton’s lawyer was coming today, she was so anxious she felt like her throat was on fire.

At home, Leona Grant was out, Ashley Grant was out, and Vivian had managed to avoid the maids.

The study, the bedroom, the garden—she even searched the workshop full of medical equipment that had been specially built for Annabelle Linton, but she found nothing.

’Could it not be in the house?’

’No, that can’t be right. Annabelle Linton would definitely keep something that important safe.’

Just as Vivian Yates was pacing anxiously, Annabelle Linton suddenly returned home, talking on the phone.

She quickly ducked into the kitchen to hide.

Annabelle Linton was speaking with Simon Moss’s wife, so she was speaking entirely in English.

Fortunately, Vivian Yates could understand it.

"That’s right, I have all the evidence," Annabelle Linton said coolly as she walked upstairs. "What’s the next step?"

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