Annabelle took her white coat from the hanger and put it on.
She then picked up a report from the desk and walked elegantly toward the door, as if she hadn't heard Leona speak.
A flicker of irritation ignited within Leona. He blocked the doorway, suppressing his frustration as he looked at Annabelle. "Annabelle Linton, let's talk. It won't take much of your time."
A cold light flickered in Annabelle's eyes. She said icily, "I have nothing to say to you."
"What if it's about our relationship? I've made a decision. Don't you even care?"
Annabelle's lips curled into a sneer as she looked at him with disdain. "Since when have 'feelings' ever been a part of our relationship? And why should I care?"
"Annabelle Linton, do you have to fucking fight me on everything?!"
Leona ignored the knot of frustration in his chest and growled in a low voice, "Why do you always talk to me in that tone? How have I offended you? Have I wronged you in some way?"
