Annabelle Linton didn't speak.
Miraculously, Leona Grant didn't press the issue like he normally would.
He just pulled her a little closer and said softly, "You'd best behave and just sleep with me while that's all I want to do. Otherwise, if I do something I can't control, don't blame me."
Annabelle Linton knew better than anyone what those "uncontrollable things" were.
Sure enough, she went still and didn't dare to move.
After a moment, listening to her faint breaths, Leona Grant slowly opened his eyes.
Under the moonlight, her delicate features were elegant and serene, yet her expression remained placid, betraying no emotion.
'This woman is truly perfect. She exudes a captivating glow anytime, anywhere.'
He gently placed her hand on his waist and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. He gazed at her tenderly, feeling like he could never get enough of the sight.
He knew that everything she did tonight was for Aaron Wyatt.
