Leona Grant's thin lips pressed into a straight line, his deep eyes gazing at her with a complex expression.
Annabelle Linton acted as if she hadn't seen him, turning to walk away.
On impulse, Leona Grant suddenly grabbed her wrist.
Annabelle Linton froze for a moment, forced to a halt. She turned, her expression blank as she looked at him with a "What do you think you're doing?" look.
Leona Grant met her displeased gaze and only then realized what he had done, feeling a little awkward.
'He hadn't really thought it through. He just saw her about to leave and, in a panic, reached out and grabbed her.'
Her wrist was so slender he could encircle it with one hand.
Feeling this moment of having her in his grasp, he found he couldn't bear to let go. He subconsciously tightened his grip.
Annabelle Linton was very unhappy, but seeing so many curious gazes from the people around them, she didn't want to cause a scene in public.
She twisted her wrist but couldn't break free.
