Hearing this, Annabelle Linton lowered her gaze. As she tied the belt at his waist, she frowned in exasperation. "So if I'm not around in the future, does that mean you won't know how to get dressed?"
Though it was just a casual remark, Leona Grant grew tense. "You just said you wouldn't leave me!"
Annabelle Linton raised an eyebrow, momentarily speechless. "What I mean is, you need to dress properly, or you'll catch a cold."
"But you're here," Leona Grant said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He decided to press the issue. "You'll help me get dressed, just like right now!"
"..." 'How did we end up back here?' Annabelle Linton's brow twitched. Trying to stay calm, she asked with a strained, almost amused tone, "Well, what if I'm not here?"
Hearing this, Leona Grant looked as if he'd just had a grand revelation. "Wow, so you *do* want to leave me!"
Annabelle Linton: "..."
'Enough!'
