Chapter 722: Can You Stop Being Unreasonable?

Chapter 722: Chapter 722: Can You Stop Being Unreasonable?

’Worst of all, she’s actually talking about divorce?’

’And over some outsiders?’

’Excuse me?’

Leona Grant’s expression darkened. "Annabelle Linton, what the hell are you trying to pull?!"

A bitter sorrow filled Annabelle Linton’s heart.

’It’s not like I want any of this.’

Annabelle Linton said flatly, "I’m not trying to pull anything. I just want to go out and get together with my friends. I’ve thought it through. I can’t keep letting you control me like this, with no personal freedom at all. It’s humiliating. So either you agree, or we get a divorce."

’A divorce would be for the best, anyway. It’s not like I’m going to live much longer.’

’Humiliating?’

’Is controlling her like this really so humiliating?’

’Leona Grant honestly hadn’t realized. Maybe Annabelle really did mind. After all, being micromanaged all day would be annoying.’

’Leona Grant felt a little frustrated at the thought. ’I don’t restrict her all the time, do I?’’

’Ah, whatever. She’s the wife I chose. I have to pamper her to the end, even if I have to do it on my knees.’

’Such a little temper.’

Although Leona Grant had already come to a decision, he still looked displeased as he asked, "How long will you be gone?"

"Not long. Six months."

’This virus takes about three or four months to... progress. If she wasn’t dead in half a year, then they could still be together.’

Leona Grant was speechless. "..."

’How the hell does she have the nerve to call that "not long"?’

’Six months. He thought when she said she’d be gone for a while, she meant half a month at most.’

Without even giving her another look, Leona Grant started to undress and change his clothes.

As his long, slender fingers worked the buttons, he said nonchalantly, "Why don’t you go take a nap. I think you’ve probably gone crazy."

"..."

Annabelle Linton ignored him and continued packing. Leona Grant paid her no mind and went to freshen up.

When he came out, Annabelle was dragging her suitcase, about to head out the door. Leona Grant stared at her in shock. ’He hadn’t thought she was actually being serious?!’

’She must still be half-asleep, right?’

He strode over, snatched the suitcase from her, and tossed it aside. Frowning, he jabbed a finger into her shoulder. "What are you trying to pull? I’m asking you, what are you trying to pull? You’re really leaving? For six months? Are you fucking insane?"

’He couldn’t even stand being away from her for half a day, and she wanted to leave for six months?’

DAMN IT.

"Or what? Was I not clear enough just now? Either let me leave, or we get a divorce."

Leona Grant locked eyes with her for a moment. Annabelle bravely met his gaze, her expression calm and unwavering.

Although he couldn’t read anything from her expression, Leona Grant could feel it. This time, she was serious.

’Then they needed to have a proper discussion about this.’

Leona Grant walked over and watched her for a moment before he couldn’t help but let out a laugh. He asked again, "What is it you really want?"

’He really couldn’t figure it out. Pulling this stunt first thing in the morning... what was she playing at?’

Annabelle looked at him, her face devoid of expression. "I’ve been thinking about this for a long time; I just never said anything. Leona Grant, please try to understand. My friends are very important to me."

Leona Grant let out a laugh of pure anger. He slammed a fist on the cabinet, his brow furrowed in fury. "Understand you? How the hell am I supposed to understand you?! Your friends are important to you, so what about me? Am I someone you can just toss aside? I wouldn’t even agree to half a month, let alone six! And the most ridiculous part is, if I don’t let you go, you’ll divorce me. So what you’re saying is, this group of friends is more important than I am, right?"

Watching him rage, Annabelle’s heart was pierced by waves of sharp pain. But she had no other choice.

She furrowed her brow and retorted in displeasure, "Can you stop being so unreasonable?"

"*I’m* being unreasonable?" Leona Grant kicked the bed, advanced on her, and pinned her against the cabinet.