They had already arrived at the hospital by the time he spoke. Leona Grant was placed on a gurney, ready to be wheeled into the operating room.
He gripped her hand, refusing to let go, and asked with determination, "Tell me, do you love me?"
'Why is he still obsessing over this question?'
Annabelle Linton stared into his pleading eyes, her heart aching so intensely she could barely breathe.
If he had asked this before her rebirth, she would have answered that she loved him without a moment's hesitation.
But she wasn't that Annabelle Linton anymore.
The woman she was now was as ruthless as she had once been kind, as strong as she had once been weak, and as cold as she had once been gentle.
In her world, love was far from the only thing that mattered. Her faith in love had been so utterly destroyed that not even a ripple remained.
Besides, she had Aaron Wyatt now. Was she supposed to hurt him?
The answer was no. She would not hurt Aaron Wyatt.
