"Hmph. As if you'd dare!"
"Heh... right..."
"What's the rush?"
Annabelle Linton was just about to speak when Leona Grant's voice sounded out. He pulled her into an intimate embrace, his voice gentle.
But only Annabelle Linton knew how much force he was using as his hand gripped her waist.
...They were both the same, using force behind the scenes.
Just after getting out of the car, Annabelle Linton had seen the lively crowd and walked over. Leona Grant had run into an acquaintance and exchanged a few words, which was why he was late...
As Leona Grant pulled Annabelle Linton into his arms, Quentin Holland's hand, which had been on her arm, suddenly found itself holding nothing but air. It froze awkwardly in place.
However, Quentin Holland didn't look embarrassed at all.
He calmly retracted his hand, slid it into his pocket, and glanced at the couple's posture, raising an eyebrow imperceptibly.
"Junior Sister, and this is...?"
