Remarriage Failed Again Today-Chapter 22: My 20-some Years of Feelings for You Are Long Gone

No matter how hard Annabelle Linton tried to ignore him, his incessant staring was killing her appetite.

She got up, grabbed her bag, and walked out.

Leona Grant glanced at her and asked coolly, "Where are you going?"

Without looking back, Annabelle Linton kept walking and tossed two words over her shoulder, "To work."

Leona Grant frowned. Of course he knew she was going to work.

But didn’t she always ride with him to work?

And this was a privilege she had only won after going to great lengths to complain to Grandfather about his neglect, a maneuver that had finally made the old man furious.

Leona Grant strode out and blocked her path. "Annabelle Linton, what the hell are you up to?"

Annabelle Linton frowned, not quite understanding why he would say that.

She stared at him blankly, her expression a silent question of what he wanted.

A mocking expression crossed Leona Grant’s face as he looked at her. "You say you’re going to work, but when have you ever not taken my car? What, are you planning to run to Grandfather and tell him I’m neglecting you again?"

Hearing his words, she remembered.

But Annabelle Linton’s face remained impassive. She looked at him coldly. "Starting today, you don’t need to take me to work anymore. From now on, you go your way, and I’ll go mine. And don’t worry, I won’t tell Grandfather."

Under her cold gaze, Leona Grant asked doubtfully, "If you’re not taking my car, how do you plan to get to work?"

"It’s none of your business. Just worry about yourself. You don’t need to concern yourself with my affairs," Annabelle Linton said calmly.

She tried to walk around him, but Leona Grant suddenly grabbed her wrist, his face dark. "Annabelle Linton, don’t make me repeat myself!"

His cool gaze conveyed a clear message: he was about to lose his patience completely. If this had been the Annabelle Linton from her past life, she would have been too terrified to speak.

But the Annabelle of today merely glanced at her watch. Seeing that she was about to be late, she deigned to utter a single word: "Bus."

Hearing this, Leona Grant’s brows knitted together.

The esteemed Young Madam of the Grant Family, working a normal job like a commoner and squeezing onto a crowded bus—it was utterly laughable.

The mockery on his face deepened. "Annabelle Linton, what kind of sob story are you performing now? You have a perfectly good car to ride in, but you insist on taking the bus. Are you trying to tell everyone that the Grant Family, and I, Leona Grant, have wronged you?

"I couldn’t care less if you live or die, but right now, your every move represents me and the Grant Family’s image. I will not allow my woman to take the bus to work!"

Annabelle Linton was speechless at his words.

She shot him an impatient glance and said nonchalantly, "If you think I’m an embarrassment, then let’s get a divorce. When I take your car, you think I’m scheming. When I don’t, you think I’m humiliating you. Will you ever stop?"

"Then tell me, what is it you really want!"

Annabelle Linton’s lovely brows knitted together as she coolly drew a line in the sand. "I’m going to tell you this one last time. From this day forward, what I, Annabelle Linton, do has nothing to do with you. The feelings I had for you for over twenty years are long gone. So take back your indifference, your disgust, your special treatment. Don’t think you can use those as leverage, as a way to hurt or threaten me. I’ll do whatever it takes to get what I like, and I’ll throw away what I hate without a second thought. And you? You’re not even on my radar. So don’t be so full of yourself.

"After my parents’ visit, I’ll divorce you. From then on, we’ll go our separate ways and stay out of each other’s lives. Got it?"