Annabelle Linton looked up at him and said, her voice a little hoarse, "Go on. What are the terms?"
Looking at her, Leona Grant felt even more guilty.
He walked over and pulled her into his arms. With a helpless sigh, he said, "Don't be like this..."
Annabelle Linton suddenly felt an urge to laugh.
No.
It wasn't a mocking laugh, or a sneer, or anything of the sort. She just... wanted to laugh.
She was so tired, so powerless.
For just a moment, she wondered if it would have been better to have never been reborn.
This incident had nothing to do with Leona Grant. On the contrary, without him, she would have been completely unable to solve the problem.
She just hated the hand fate had dealt her. All she wanted was a simple, ordinary life.
Annabelle Linton rested in his embrace, taking in his pleasant scent, but felt no warmth.
Memories of the past resurfaced, and she felt herself grow even colder.
'She didn't want to be this way, but she couldn't help it...'
