Leona Grant was furious.
'She's practically rebelling against me!'
'First, there was Aaron Wyatt. I let my guard down for a moment, and the two of them nearly got married and left the country. And now there's this Mr. Holland?'
'Look at that star-struck expression on her face. I always thought she wasn't very expressive, but I guess it just depends on the person!'
'An idol? Pulling an all-nighter to study up on him? Something "immensely significant"?'
'To hell with all of that!'
He subconsciously glanced at Annabelle Linton.
'Damn it, she's never gotten this dressed up for me before!'
Leona Grant's face darkened as he demanded, "Leaving your husband at home to go be with another man, do you think that's fair to me?!"
Annabelle Linton: "..."
'What is he even talking about?'
With a non-negotiable look on his face, Leona Grant pushed her down onto the bed, his domineering aura surrounding her. "You're not going anywhere today!"
