Leona Grant held Annabelle Linton, a wave of contentment and happiness washing over him.
Her faint gardenia scent lingered at the tip of his nose, and it was wonderful.
For some reason, he found himself enjoying her company more and more.
Holding her felt like he possessed the entire world.
In this world, he had practically everything: money, power, status—all of it was his.
But he didn't much care for any of it, always feeling a kind of listless indifference.
But then, something interesting appeared.
Annabelle Linton. From the moment she appeared, it was as if his life had been illuminated.
He was only human. Despite his cold arrogance, he still needed emotional connection.
He had a feeling that Annabelle Linton would become the most special person in the world to him.
"Annabelle Linton."
"..." Annabelle remained silent.
"Say something. I have to tell you something."
"..."
"Would you please acknowledge me?"
