When Annabelle Linton heard this, a sharp, violent pain shot through her heart.
If they were both poisoned, facing death with only one chance to be saved, he would save her, and she would save him.
Annabelle Linton smiled and hugged him back, her hand caressing his face. A complex look filled her eyes. "Leona Grant, we're both going to live well."
"Mm."
...
With no work to do, they were always idle.
After returning to the bedroom, the two of them put on a movie.
But they hadn't been watching for long before Leona Grant leaned against Annabelle Linton's shoulder and fell asleep.
Looking at his handsome face, Annabelle Linton couldn't resist planting a soft kiss on his lips.
'He always said I didn't love him. That I didn't love him... But how could that be possible?'
'If I didn't love him, why would I have stayed?'
'I just didn't show it, that's all. The truth is, I really, truly love him.'
