[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".]

Annabelle Linton looked at him without a word.


Leona Grant smiled and said earnestly, "If I were to feed the horses, you could call me the stableman. If I were to drive the carriage, you could call me the coachman. If I were to catch fish, you could call me the fisherman. If I were to chop wood, you could call me the woodsman. So, if I were to manage the books, what would you call me?"


After hearing this, Annabelle Linton thought for a few seconds before she got it.


"C'mon, say it." Leona Grant shook her, wheedling, "Just say it..."


Annabelle Linton looked at him, thinking he was being incredibly cute, and said teasingly, "I'm not going to say it."


"Then you lose," Leona Grant said, slowly drawing closer, his voice laced with a devilish charm. "And losers have to accept their punishment."


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