Annabelle Linton's composed gaze swept over him. She took in his hurt expression, her eyes completely devoid of emotion.
'The pain and humiliation he'd put her through in her last life were far worse than this.'
'Besides, she was just telling the truth.'
'There was no need for him to come and harass her. He brought this pain on himself, so why should anyone care?'
'She'd brought it all on herself in her last life. Did anyone pity her then?'
Leona Grant pressed his lips together, standing rooted to the spot as he stared at her.
Most of the people on the street were looking at him, some putting their heads together to whisper, others murmuring quietly.
He was so handsome that even the crowd seemed to favor him.
Surprisingly, no one thought Leona Grant was ridiculous or pathetic, nor did anyone think Annabelle Linton was cruel and cold.
They just thought it was a shame.
They felt that something significant must have happened between the two of them.
