Leona Grant knocked on the door to bring her a meal. Annabelle Linton threw a book at the door and told him to get lost.
Leona Grant's lips curled into a smirk. He didn't take it to heart and returned to his room to work.
In his mind, just being able to bring Annabelle Linton back to the country and keep her by his side was already wonderful.
'Women, after all, throwing a little tantrum just makes them cuter, doesn't it?'
'He was willing to indulge her.'
...
As evening fell, he was drawn out by an ethereal singing voice.
Annabelle Linton was sitting at the piano, playing. A microphone was positioned by her lips as she sang.
'So, she was the one singing!'
Leona Grant watched Annabelle Linton with great interest. 'But why does she look so sad...?'
He heard Annabelle Linton sing.
"Is there a truth I can fall back to?
How do I face this?
If I'd known, why would I have cried?
I was so naive...
I hate that this story is already over.
Even the mistakes were so beautiful,
