Even though they were separated by a screen and the lighting on his end wasn't great, Annabelle Linton's heart still skipped a beat looking at his sharp, well-defined features.
It had only been half a month, but he had lost weight. His already lean frame had gotten even thinner, and it was heartbreaking to see.
Annabelle Linton felt that if they kept talking like this, Leona Grant might ask her to come back.
'That man was always so headstrong about these things.'
Then, she smiled and said softly, "I should get some rest."
"Okay." Leona Grant knew what she was thinking and, unlike before, didn't object.
To be honest, he was barely restraining himself from going to find her. In reality, he felt like he was going crazy from missing her.
His mind was filled with thoughts of her day and night. Every moment he couldn't see her was pure agony.
He was genuinely afraid that if he lost control for even a second, he'd go to her or demand she come back.
