[A Story of Male Lead Abuse · A Rebirth Novel]
What is love?
Young and ignorant, Annabelle Linton spent her entire life to understand that it was an obsession.
Once fallen, it's impossible to break free. It can give you life, and it can also bring you death.
After her rebirth, she wore a smile on her face, but her eyes were filled with ice.
A friend once asked her why she loved him so much.
She fell silent, then casually changed the subject without answering, but a dazed look flickered in her eyes.
Perhaps it was because the years went by too fast, the world was too harsh, and the road was too difficult to walk alone, and she just wanted a home...

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There were only two kinds of people Mr. Grant hated most in this life: those he hated, and Annabelle Linton.
But there was never a reason for hating Annabelle Linton, and he never looked for one.
But later, he thought about it. Was it perhaps his confidence that she would never leave, no matter what?
But reality later told him that he was wrong.
In this world, is there really anyone who would never leave?

[This novel's main focus is on the male lead's suffering. The male lead appears to be a jerk, so patience is required. He unknowingly hurt the female lead for many years. After her rebirth, the female lead stays away from him, and the male lead is completely tormented. In the later parts of the story, the male lead will have all the reactions you'd expect to see, such as suicide attempts... But the ending is a happy one.
This book isn't exactly a doting romance or a gratifying romp, but it's certainly not a tragic tearjerker. If you enjoy stories that focus on the male lead's suffering, then I think you'll like this one. If you prefer sweet and fluffy stories, please check out my other book, "My Love for You, an Incurable Disease".]

The unexpected embrace made Annabelle Linton freeze.


Once she snapped out of it, Annabelle's brow furrowed and she pushed him.


'Ever since her rebirth, she'd hated physical contact with other people.'


But the more she pushed, the tighter he held her. Annabelle, irritated but not daring to curse him out, said in resignation, "I'm making breakfast. Get out for a minute."


He inhaled her scent deeply, his voice low. "Just a little longer."


Annabelle rubbed her forehead, a headache coming on. 'I really hate this—having to swallow my anger and say nothing.'


His so-called "little while" stretched into five minutes. Annabelle was sorely tempted to bring the kitchen knife down on his head.


Leona Grant finally let her go. His heart warmed at the sight of the ingredients on the counter, and a smile played on his lips. "Making me breakfast again?"


Chapter 318 - Chapter 318: Don't Forget, He Made the First Move