Without a trace of emotion, without a single caring thought!
'Annabelle Linton, is it that if I don't force you, you can't even be bothered to spare me a glance?!'
Annabelle Linton had just brought a spoonful of porridge to Leona Grant's lips when he smacked it away.
A voice cold enough to freeze hell itself filled Annabelle Linton's ears. "Where have you been?"
Annabelle Linton stared impassively at the spilled porridge for a few seconds before scooping up another spoonful and holding it to his lips. "Open your mouth."
Leona Grant smacked the spoon away again and let out a cold laugh. "Annabelle Linton, feeding me store-bought food all day. Haven't you had enough of this act?"
The angrier Leona Grant became, the calmer Annabelle Linton seemed.
Her eyes downcast, she rose calmly, placed the bowl on the table, and quirked her lips into a smirk. "If I'm tired, I'm done acting. I'm not playing your games anymore. Eat it or don't."
