However, after getting to know her over the past month, he discovered the exact opposite was true.
He had to admit that even though they'd been married for two years, he knew very little about her. His understanding was so superficial he'd only ever seen the surface.
He glanced at Annabelle Linton's guarded posture and pursed his lips. His voice was tinged with awkwardness. "How are you feeling?"
"…"
He searched for the right words. "I didn't mean to push you down the stairs... It was just a spur-of-the-moment thing..."
"…"
The air in the room seemed to freeze for a moment.
After a moment, Leona Grant spoke again. "Is there anything you want to eat? You've been asleep for five days and haven't had anything... You've just been on an IV drip..."
He pointedly avoided the topic of divorce, and a sardonic smile touched Annabelle Linton's lips.
He hadn't even finished speaking when Annabelle Linton's icy voice cut him off. "You can leave."
