Chapter 808: I Finally Found My Annabelle

Chapter 808: Chapter 808: I Finally Found My Annabelle

But when he turned around, he was met with her tear-filled eyes and tear-streaked face.

Startled, Leona Grant frowned and nervously cupped her face. "Annabelle, what’s wrong?" he asked anxiously.

Annabelle simply stared at him without blinking.

"Say something!" Leona examined her from head to toe, holding her face with one hand. Utterly baffled as to why she had suddenly burst into tears, his anxiety spiked. "Honey, don’t scare me. What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Why are you crying?"

He could not spot any visible injuries. What in the world was wrong with this woman?

Annabelle finally snapped out of her daze. Feeling the dampness on her cheeks and the stinging in her eyes, she realized she had been crying. Mentally kicking herself for her carelessness, she calmly wiped her tears away. "I don’t know why, but I just remembered what happened a few days ago. Leona, what would we have done if we couldn’t find the antidote? Thank goodness we did..."

Hearing this, Leona finally breathed a sigh of relief. So the silly girl was just worried about him. He had thought she was physically hurt.

Leona gently wiped away the rest of her tears, scooped her up into his arms, and headed toward the cruise ship. Pressing a kiss to her skin, he murmured, "But we did find the antidote, didn’t we? Let the past remain in the past. From now on, let’s just focus on living a good life together, okay?"

Annabelle pressed her cheek against his chest and stayed silent. Leona did not press the matter.

The cruise ship was massive. Painted a creamy white and exquisitely designed, it was operated by a dedicated crew. Annabelle stared absentmindedly at the rolling waves on the ocean’s surface, watching the fish tailing the vessel.

The sea breeze whipped her hair back, brushing coolly against Leona’s face as he wrapped his arms around her from behind. Annabelle did not even have to guess who it was. She leaned back against his chest, and together they watched the scenery retreat behind them.

Leona, however, kept his eyes fixed entirely on Annabelle. He pressed a kiss to her cheek. When she turned her head to kiss him back, a blissful smile curved his lips.

A beautiful butterfly landed gracefully on a blooming rose. Here in Country V, it felt like spring all year round.

"This flower is truly stunning. A perfect match for you, Mother," Quentin Holland said, snapping the rose off its stem and handing it to the woman beside him.

The woman was strikingly beautiful. Though she was getting on in years, she had maintained her looks exceptionally well. She exuded an air of regal elegance, and it was obvious she had been gorgeous in her youth.

The Empress accepted the rose from Quentin and brought it to her nose to inhale its fragrance. Unable to hold back an amused smile, she playfully scolded, "You brat."

"Well, what do you know? It turns out my mother actually knows how to smile. There is an old saying that good news brings good spirits. It seems that logic holds true. Just look at how overjoyed you are right now."

The Empress’s smile widened until she was positively beaming, her joy impossible to conceal. "I really never expected your sister to be found so quickly," she said, her voice brimming with excitement. "To be honest, I still can hardly believe it. This is wonderful. My Annabelle has finally, finally been found. Thank goodness."

Quentin returned her smile. "Indeed. It must be fate."

"I just do not know when Annabelle will recover," the Empress continued cheerfully, though a note of worry crept into her voice. "When exactly is that girl coming back? Her condition is incredibly dangerous, so it is best she returns as soon as possible. I am terrified that an accident might happen before we can reach her. Quentin, why do you not try to hurry them along?"