'Even he had given up hope. Was this another chance heaven was giving him?'
'He had to make the most of it this time.'
Leona Grant turned his head to look at Annabelle Linton.
Annabelle Linton was holding a carton of milk, reading the label. Her profile was delicate and serene.
A complex look in his eyes, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Annabelle Linton.
Caught by surprise, Annabelle Linton jumped, and the carton of milk in her hand fell to the floor.
She quickly picked it up and put it in their shopping cart before looking at him in confusion. "What's wrong?"
Leona Grant pursed his lips and said, "Don't leave me."
Annabelle Linton: "..."
'There he goes again. I wonder how many times a day he has to say that.'
Annabelle Linton gave a placating reply. "I know, I know."
Leona Grant frowned, grabbing her hand and repeating himself. "Annabelle Linton, no matter what happens, promise you won't leave me. Okay?"
