'Once they're divorced, it'll probably take me a long time to get used to it...'
At the thought, a flicker of gloom crossed Leona Grant's eyes.
It was gone in an instant, so fast he didn't even notice it himself.
Leona Grant freed a hand and gently brushed aside her soft hair, inadvertently revealing her delicate features.
For a moment, Leona Grant's heart stopped.
Breathtaking.
As he watched, Annabelle Linton's brow furrowed sharply. She shot up in bed, clearly having had a nightmare.
Leona Grant instantly, instinctively, shut his eyes.
Annabelle Linton twisted open the bottle of water on the nightstand and took two large gulps before finally letting out a breath.
After a long moment, her emotions settled, and she got out of bed.
'Another nightmare.' She had dreamed that Vivian Yates hit her with a car, and no one believed her.
She cried and screamed, trying to explain, but Leona Grant just slapped her.
