Annabelle Linton looked at him impassively, her expression telling him to go on.
Leona Grant chuckled softly.
'This is just how she is.'
'It's as if nothing can pique her interest.'
'She only needs to make a simple expression, and it holds a captivating allure—unaffected, not overly delicate, and completely genuine.'
'And actions that might seem forced on others look perfectly natural, completely effortless, when she does them.'
'Just watch. When I say what I'm about to say, she'll surely have that same unconcerned look on her face.'
Leona Grant chuckled softly and said, "The most attractive thing about you is your casual indifference to worldly matters, your serene detachment from everything."
Sure enough, Annabelle Linton looked at him, her face blank, and said nonchalantly, "You're being cryptic."
Leona Grant laughed and raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you going to ask me why I said that?"
Annabelle Linton leaned against his shoulder, closing her eyes. "Not interested."
