'This guy… he usually seems so cold and domineering, but deep down, he's actually so innocent. He's like a child who gets fixated on the little things.'
'What a brooder.'
Annabelle looked at him and said seriously, "Leona Grant, I don't like this side of you."
Leona Grant turned to look at her.
She sighed, her voice a complicated mix of frustration and complaint. "You're always like this. You get upset and sulk all by yourself. The moment you're unhappy, you just clam up. You never tell me why, just leaving me to spend all day guessing what you're thinking. Do you have any idea how exhausting that is? You…"
Leona Grant's heart clenched as he watched her nervously.
Seeing his anxious expression, a flicker of amusement flashed in Annabelle's eyes. She quickly suppressed it, pursing her lips before saying calmly, "I'm tired. I'm going to head back. Please tell the others for me. Let's not see each other for a while. We both need to cool off."
With that, she turned to leave.
