Aaron Wyatt's gentle caution made Annabelle Linton's heart ache.
He was too good to her, so good she felt she could never repay him.
'And since I can't repay him, the last thing I should do is hurt him.'
In moments of such distress, sorrow always felt more pronounced.
Annabelle Linton leaned against his chest as a single tear silently trickled from the corner of her eye.
"You're overthinking things." She gently pushed him away and said in a low voice, "Aaron Wyatt, there's something I need to tell you."
"Hm?"
Annabelle Linton licked her dry lips, not knowing how to begin.
'After all, she was the one who had kept this from him. Now, she truly didn't know how to bring it up.'
But when she thought of the domineering Leona Grant, she knew she had no choice if she wanted to keep Aaron from getting hurt.
Annabelle Linton mustered her courage. "Actually, I..."
BUZZ— Just as Annabelle Linton was about to speak, Aaron Wyatt's phone rang.
