Remarriage Failed Again Today-Chapter 21: Annabelle Linton... Just What Are You Up To?

Annabelle used to cry alone every time she saw this scene, but not anymore.

Whether he came home or not had nothing to do with her. In fact, it was better if he didn’t!

From the moment Leona Grant walked in until now, Annabelle hadn’t lifted her head to spare him a single glance.

In the past, as soon as he returned, Annabelle would have cheerfully taken his briefcase. Then, steeling herself against his look of annoyance, she would have asked with anticipation if he had eaten yet.

But now, that person was Madam King.

Madam King stepped forward and asked with a smile, "Have you eaten, Young Master?" 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"Not yet."

"Then I’ll get you a bowl and chopsticks. You can eat with the Young Madam."

The moment Annabelle heard this, a flicker of disgust crossed her eyes. Without so much as a word, she stood up and headed upstairs, making it obvious she didn’t want to eat with him.

Just the sight of him made her lose her appetite.

Leona Grant gazed at her rice, which she had barely touched, a flicker of confusion in his dark, bottomless eyes.

He didn’t like it when things happened outside of his control.

And clearly, Annabelle was now outside of his control.

He’d already analyzed it. All her changes had started after she woke up in the hospital that day.

’Could it be... because I falsely accused her? Has she finally given up on me because of that?’

Leona Grant refused to believe it. He’d die before he believed it.

’If she could give up on me that easily, then what was she doing for the past two years of our marriage?’

Leona Grant watched her retreating figure, his expression growing more and more inscrutable.

’Annabelle Linton... what game are you playing?’

...

The next morning, Annabelle was up bright and early.

First, she showered. Then, she dried her hair. After that, she did her makeup.

She never used to wear makeup to work because Leona didn’t like it. But starting today, she was going to go to work looking radiant.

Annabelle’s features were already exquisite, so the light makeup only served to enhance her beauty.

Annabelle opened her wardrobe to a monotonous collection of long dresses. Not one was even slightly low-cut, completely devoid of a single ounce of sex appeal.

In her previous life, Vivian Yates had taken her to a charity gala, claiming it was a way to attract Leona’s attention.

Everyone, including Vivian herself, was wearing a conservative gown. Only Annabelle, who had listened to Vivian’s advice, showed up to the party in an extra-short cocktail dress.

In stark contrast to everyone else, she was certainly eye-catching—alluring and sexy, but she looked like a woman of the night. Wearing such improper attire to a formal occasion, she suffered no end of ridicule.

She could never forget the look of contempt and mockery in Leona’s eyes.

From then on, she never wore revealing clothes again, not even shorts.

Recalling these humiliating memories, Annabelle closed her eyes, her heart aching.

Without giving herself time to dwell on the pain, Annabelle found a long-neglected white T-shirt and a pair of light-wash denim shorts in a corner of the closet and put them on.

On her feet was a pair of red high-top canvas shoes.

The outfit was youthful and casual. The shorts, in particular, revealed a pair of slender, pale legs, accentuating how straight and slim they were.

Annabelle looked at herself in the ornate, carved mirror. She looked just like a high schooler, with an air of youthful innocence.

She smiled.

When she came downstairs, Leona glanced over at her. His eyes instantly lit up, flashing with stunned admiration.

In his mind, Annabelle had always looked like a matronly woman in a long dress. That image had never once changed.

But her appearance today truly stunned him.

Annabelle ignored his searing, assessing gaze and sat down to eat, her expression cold.

Dressed in a white shirt, Leona leaned back lazily in his chair, watching her. His deep eyes held a look of undisguised scrutiny.