Chapter 680: Annabelle, I’m Fine, It Doesn’t Hurt

Chapter 680: Chapter 680: Annabelle, I’m Fine, It Doesn’t Hurt

Annabelle Linton stared dazedly at his worried expression, and for a moment, she wanted to cry.

And just like that, tears began to fall. She choked out, "Leona Grant, are you alright? Your arm..."

...

Leona Grant was a little dumbfounded to see her suddenly burst into tears...

’Before they got together, this woman always wore a cold expression. On the rare occasion she spoke, her words were enough to drive a person mad with anger.’

’But even after they got together, she hadn’t really changed. Other than the occasional kiss or hug, she never said any sweet nothings.’

’Aside from that drop-dead gorgeous face of hers, he sometimes thought he’d married a man.’

’And in bed? God, she was just as stoic. Even when she was at her limit, she’d stubbornly refuse to make a sound. Sometimes, he couldn’t even hear a single gasp, even when she looked like she was about to cry.’

’...Her self-control made him question his own existence, his technique... Throughout the entire act, he sometimes suspected he was sleeping with a man...’

’One time, he really couldn’t take it anymore, so he drugged her. And that woman actually held out until she fainted?’

’That night, he leaned against the headboard and looked at her, drenched in sweat. His heart felt like it had taken a heavy blow.’

’Annabelle Linton, you...’

It was a long and tearful story. Leona Grant snapped back to the present and looked at the miserable expression on her face, feeling overwhelmed with emotion.

’Man, this wasn’t easy. My wife is finally making some progress. She knows how to worry about me now.’

He wiped away her tears and said gently, "I’m fine. As long as you’re not hurt, that’s all that matters. I’m okay."

Annabelle Linton immediately threw herself into his arms, hugging his lean waist as she started to cry.

’She was consumed with self-blame.’

’It was her who had provoked Mrs. Yates and tripped her. She didn’t regret any of it. But why couldn’t she have just dodged it a moment ago?’

Watching her cry, Leona Grant’s heart ached. He wrapped his arms around her, kissed her forehead, and murmured, "Annabelle, I’m fine. It doesn’t even hurt..."

The audience watched Young Master Grant’s tender display, and their hearts melted all over again.

’What a gentle husband! He’s so cold to everyone else, but so good to his wife.’

’Annabelle... Aww, that’s just too sweet.’

Leona Grant held Annabelle Linton as blood flowed ceaselessly from his arm, dripping onto her back.

Annabelle Linton’s heart clenched. Only then did she remember his injury, and she quickly pulled out of his embrace.

"Let’s go. We need to get this treated right away."

With that, she took his hand and started leading him out.

Annabelle Linton’s fingers were long and fair. They were slender, so they weren’t soft, but they were very warm.

Leona Grant held her hand, which felt small in his, and let her lead him away.

’Oh yeah. Time to play the patient.’

’I’m so fucking looking forward to it!’

After Leona Grant and Annabelle Linton left, the security footage from before was played on the stage screen.

In the footage, Annabelle Linton had her back to the audience. Due to the lighting, all that could be seen was her covering her face after being slapped.

In reality, the lighting had been deliberately adjusted by the backstage crew. But even if they hadn’t done so, Annabelle Linton’s movements as she took off her earring would have been impossible to see.

As for Mrs. Yates, after slapping Annabelle Linton, she ran onto the stage like a madwoman, her face twisted in a savage expression. She grabbed the vase, cursing viciously as she prepared to shove it into Annabelle Linton’s arms.

But at that very moment, everyone saw Annabelle Linton take a step back. Then, Mrs. Yates fell down right beside her, and the vase shattered.

In truth, Annabelle Linton had only stepped back to kick the earring. She knew this matter would be blown out of proportion, so she had made her movement as subtle as possible.