Xylas Shepherd and Nathaniel Locke would be heartbroken if they heard this.
'Honestly, Mr. Grant... Has he forgotten who was there for him when his wife was about to run off with someone else?'
'So ungrateful!'
Annabelle Linton looked at his pitiful expression and asked, "Were you really that bored?"
"I woke up two hours before you did, and you just kept sleeping..."
Annabelle Linton wearily pinched the bridge of her nose. "Alright, then," she said, her voice hoarse.
Leona Grant broke into a smile, hugging her and planting a kiss on her cheek. "Thanks, honey."
Annabelle Linton rubbed her eyes and smiled back at him.
Of course, she had to get ready before going out.
She washed her face again, applied some moisturizer, and sat down at her vanity to put on her makeup.
Leona Grant pursed his lips, standing in front of the closet to pick out an outfit for her.
