Seeing that she showed no reaction, Leona Grant sighed.
He lowered his gaze, his voice low and hoarse. "I don't know why I like you, or what I like about you, or if you even have anything worth liking. But I just do. I like you. A lot. So much. And I find myself liking you more and more..."
'It was like he was reciting a tongue twister.'
"Curse me out if you want, but I'm not getting a divorce. I let you go once, and that feeling was more agonizing than death. I'll promise you anything you want, but divorce is the one thing I'll never agree to."
"..."
Leona Grant thought of that dream again. He had caused her so much pain.
Even though he had accidentally killed Annabelle Linton in the end, the fact remained that he was the one who killed her. That was undeniable.
He wouldn't let himself get obsessively hung up on it. There was no point.
'He didn't know if Annabelle Linton had been reborn, but if she had, didn't that count as him being given another chance?'
