"Still don't get it?" Annabelle Linton looked at him, her tone laced with a sarcasm that bordered on amusement. "I don't want anything to do with you. And I certainly don't want to 'live a good life together' or whatever it is you're saying.
Don't ever say such disgusting things to me again. That joke is so ridiculous I could laugh about it for a year. Understand?"
"I'm not kidding!" Leona Grant stared at her radiant, utterly disbelieving face, struggling to suppress the rage welling up in his chest. "From now on, I won't be like I was before. And you can rest assured, I won't get involved with any other women. I'll be a good husband."
"Oh, I see."
Annabelle Linton suddenly felt it was pointless to argue with someone like him. She pushed him away gently. "Next time, if this is what you want to talk about, don't bother. It's a waste of time."
"Annabelle Linton, how long are you going to keep this up?!"
