The people around them were pointing and staring. Annabelle was about to lose it. "What does this have to do with you?!"
"I'm curious. Can't I just want to know?"
With that, Leona Grant brazenly sat down, stretching out his long legs and completely trapping Annabelle Linton in her seat.
Annabelle Linton was literally trembling with rage!
'Oh my god, I wish lightning would strike this bastard dead!'
She clenched her fists, violence brewing in her eyes. "Let me through!"
"Explain yourself. I'm not moving until you do." Leona Grant picked up the coffee she had been drinking and took a sip, his expression making it clear he wouldn't budge until she talked.
'Explain my ass! I was just talking to a friend. What is there to explain?!'
Annabelle Linton stared at that impossibly beautiful face of his and felt a real urge to smash it!
But she wouldn't resort to violence in a place like this.
She suddenly fell quiet, her gaze dropping to her seat.
