'So childishly cute.'
A lovely smile graced Annabelle Linton's lips as she said coyly, "I don't know. I can't guess."
Leona Grant, still holding her, laughed as well. He rested his chin on her shoulder and said cheerfully, "Wow, you can't guess? Alright, I'll give you a hint then."
For once, Annabelle Linton was patient enough to play along. "What kind of hint?" she asked.
"Answer a question for me. If you get it right, I'll tell you who I am. How about it?"
"Tch—"
Annabelle Linton scoffed. 'Didn't I swear I'd rather die than fall for this routine of his again?'
Her lips curled into a smirk. She turned to face him and enunciated each word clearly, "Leona Grant— Mmph..."
The moment Annabelle Linton spoke his name, Leona Grant leaned in and crushed his lips against hers!
"Mmph... mmph..."
Annabelle Linton struggled, her brows knitted in protest. 'This is a public place, for crying out loud!'
