He had been worried sick about her, running several red lights to get to her, yet she wouldn't even tell him why.
Leona Grant pursed his lips, giving her a wounded look.
Annabelle Linton looked up at him and asked, confused, "What's wrong?"
Leona Grant remained silent.
Annabelle Linton seemed to grasp the situation.
She walked over, clutching the stuffed animal in one arm and wrapping the other around him. "I was just thinking about things that happened in the past," she said, her voice muffled against him. "That's why I was in a bad mood. But I'm fine now."
Hearing this, Leona Grant fell silent for a moment before asking, "Was it because of me?"
He had been the one to cause all her past pain.
She must have stumbled upon an old memory, which was why she was so upset.
"No, that's all in the past."
Annabelle Linton gave a casual smile, then pulled back from his embrace to show him the stuffed animals she was holding. "Look! I won all of them. Here, I'll give you one."
