With another heavy sigh, he lowered his head. "Just go," he said. "I'll just have to work three extra days of overtime."
'We're just talking about a short trip, but you'd think we were being torn apart by life and death...'
Annabelle's heart suddenly ached.
'This had to be the most unforgettable send-off of her entire life...'
Seeing how pitiful and stressed he was, Annabelle suddenly felt like she was being a little unreasonable...
'Hmm... now that I think about it, it doesn't really matter if I go or not...'
"I'm not going anymore," Annabelle said, turning to face him with a smile. "Don't worry about me. You should get to work."
The more she acted this way, the more certain Leona Grant was that she was upset.
He grabbed her hand, his brow furrowed. "Are you mad at me?"
"No, don't worry about them," Annabelle said with a smile. "I've thought it over. If you're not happy, I won't go. No one is more important to me than you are."
Leona Grant was a little surprised. "Really?"
