Frantic kisses landed on Annabelle Linton's neck. Annabelle was tired of struggling.
'If he wasn't going to let me go, struggling would only pique his interest further, wouldn't it?'
She gave up resisting and went still, closing her eyes in utter resignation.
Fueled by a mixture of rage and desire, Leona Grant kissed her even more forcefully.
But when his gaze fell upon Annabelle Linton's expression, as if she were facing death itself, he froze completely.
He lay stiffly on top of her, staring down at her with a dark, intense gaze.
Annabelle lay with her head turned to the side, completely motionless and expressionless.
An overwhelming sense of defeat washed over him again, leaving him no room to escape.
Yet at the same time, seeing her looking as if she had given up on everything made his heart bleed with anguish.
'If he had a choice, he'd be the last person on earth to ever want to force her into anything.'
'Why? Why, Annabelle, do you have to fight me on everything?'
