Leona Grant roared, and a throb of pain shot through his groin.
This was exactly why he was covered with a blanket, not a comforter.
He was afraid a comforter might press against his injury, while a blanket wouldn't.
But the blanket barely concealed a thing!
Humiliation. Absolute humiliation!
And it was all because of the wretched woman standing before him.
But she was still laughing!
Annabelle Linton ignored his roar, laughing until she nearly fainted.
Leona Grant: "..."
He was discovering he was truly helpless against this woman.
Leona Grant's expression turned grim. "Keep laughing, and I'll make sure the whole world knows how I got hurt."
Annabelle Linton finally stopped laughing.
But not because she was afraid of his threat—she'd simply had her fill of laughing.
"I don't care. I imagine the whole world would be quite interested to know what you're like when you're injured."
