Remarriage Failed Again Today-Chapter 63: She Should Have a Good Life in the Future

Wealthy families are all about their reputation. People of high status won’t do anything to demean themselves. To them, nothing is more important than face.

Vivian Yates’s expression darkened. "Yes, Annabelle is right."

Annabelle Linton set down the freshly brewed tea, its alluring fragrance wafting delicately through the air. Nathan Grant and Patrick Grant each drank a cup, their expressions clearly satisfied.

"Annabelle has studied tea-making before," Nathan Grant said, pleasantly surprised.

It was a statement, not a question.

Annabelle Linton smiled and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "When I was little, I enjoyed these sorts of calming hobbies. My grandfather liked them too, so I learned a bit. I’ve really only just gotten the hang of it; I’m probably not even as good as the staff here."

"Your tea ceremony skills are on par with the specialist I hired," Nathan Grant said, gratified.

Annabelle Linton wasn’t being modest. At this point in time, she truly had only just learned to brew tea, her skill not even a match for the household staff.

However, in her past life, she had specifically studied the art of tea for some time to cater to Leona Grant’s preferences, so her technique was indeed quite good.

’There really are benefits to having lived a little longer,’ Annabelle Linton mused.

’To get such high praise from Father, just how good is her skill?’

’Fluent in six languages, a master of both cooking and the art of tea... Is Annabelle Linton really that exceptional?’

Leona Grant rounded the corner and stepped onto the terrace.

"Leona, you’re here!" Vivian Yates smiled as she walked up to him, naturally taking his arm.

"Mm."

Leona Grant replied flatly, his eyes glancing at her hand as he frowned, but he didn’t pull his arm away.

The intimate gesture was so natural, it was as if she were his doting wife. Annabelle Linton spared them a glance, a mocking smile on her face as she placed the empty cups on a tray. "I’ll go brew a few more cups for you all."

Noticing Annabelle Linton’s mocking smile, Leona Grant instinctively pulled his arm away.

Vivian Yates stared at her now-empty hand, her expression stiffening.

In the past, they had often been this intimate, but Leona Grant had never refused her before.

She had done it to humiliate Annabelle Linton, but had only ended up embarrassing herself.

A calculating glint flashed in Vivian Yates’s eyes.

Annabelle Linton walked past Leona Grant without so much as a glance, ignoring him as if he were a complete stranger. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Watching her cold demeanor, Leona Grant felt a growing sense of irritation.

He sat down and took a sip of the tea Annabelle Linton had brewed.

He savored it carefully.

At first, the taste was faint, almost nonexistent. Then, a clean bitterness slowly blossomed on his taste buds, reminiscent of the crisp freshness of a mountain stream babbling in the morning.

Then, the flavor gradually grew bitter. Leona Grant frowned, and just as he found it difficult to swallow, a rich, clean fragrance burst forth from deep within, filling his entire mouth with an exceptionally pleasant sensation.

’Delicious, and it even carries a sweet sense of happiness.’

’It’s like the course of love. First comes the initial meeting. Then, as feelings grow, life becomes richer and more vibrant. After that, hardships and quarrels arise. There are moments when it feels impossible to continue, lost and confused, but you hold on. And finally, the bitterness gives way to sweetness.’

’To brew a cup of tea that could reach such a profound level was truly remarkable.’

Nathan Grant patted Leona Grant’s shoulder, smiling. "It’s quite good, isn’t it, son?"

Leona Grant’s lips curved into a slight smile as he nodded.

’It really was excellent.’

’In the future, after he and Annabelle Linton divorce... with her tea ceremony skills, her cooking, and her outstanding education, she’ll probably live a very good life.’