"..."
Annabelle Linton was utterly speechless. She had to hand it to Leona Grant!
She gave a dry laugh. "You carry on."
Leona Grant immersed himself in his work again, head lowered, but the corners of his mouth quirked up uncontrollably.
He loved the time they spent together. Even if they said nothing and did nothing, just having her by his side made him happy.
He didn't know why, but having her around always gave him a warm feeling.
Bored, Annabelle Linton wandered around his office and came to a stop before his bookshelf.
He had an impressive number of books, most of which were famous, limited-edition copies that were practically priceless.
They were arranged in neat rows. Annabelle Linton's hand trailed lightly over the spines, her eyes scanning the titles one by one.
Finally, her long, slender fingers stopped on a book written in Heliconan, and she pulled it from the shelf.
