Aaron Wyatt looked coldly at Leona Grant, pulling Annabelle Linton into his embrace. His lips curled into a provocative smirk. "You must be Annabelle's ex-husband, right? Why can't Annabelle and I be together? And since when do we need your permission?"
Annabelle Linton felt a little resistant to being held in his arms.
But given the situation, pushing Aaron Wyatt away would surely embarrass him, so she didn't move.
She glared at Leona Grant, her brow furrowed in anger. "Leona Grant, is there something wrong with you? We haven't had anything to do with each other for a long time. What's the meaning of this?"
When Leona Grant saw that she wasn't struggling at all and was even siding with an outsider, the veins on his forehead bulged.
'So they really are together. Just as I thought, they've had feelings for each other all along!'
Especially that "ex-husband" from Aaron Wyatt. No matter how he heard it, the word grated on him.
