Leona Grant pulled her up from the chair, then hugged her and sat her on his lap. His voice was laden with emotion as he said, "What am I going to do? You're right here beside me, but I still can't stop looking at you. When you're here, I can't focus on work. But when you go home, my heart just follows you. I think I'm a lost cause…"
Annabelle looked at him and said with a smile, "Then you could quit, starting now."
Leona Grant hugged her, burying his face in the crook of her neck to breathe in her scent. His voice was low and husky as he said, "No way. That sounds too hard. I can't torture myself like that. I think I'll just keep going like this. It feels good, anyway."
"You're a hopeless case, Young Master Grant."
Leona Grant gave her a kiss and said gently, "For you, I'm willing to give up on treatment."
