Chapter 737: The Young Madam is in a Hotel

Chapter 737: Chapter 737: The Young Madam is in a Hotel

’Aaron Wyatt is back, so she has to leave!’

’In that case, Annabelle Linton, if you’ve always loved him, then why were you ever nice to me!’

’Have you been seeing me as him this whole time?’

Shit!

Leona Grant was so angry he could have laughed, but like a glutton for punishment, he opened the last photo.

The photo was taken from the same angle, still showing Aaron Wyatt’s back. But this time, he was holding Annabelle Linton in his arms!

CRASH—

Leona Grant couldn’t stop himself and smashed his phone on the ground!

The butler jumped in fright, not understanding why he had suddenly flown into such a rage when he’d been fine just a moment ago.

’Didn’t he say he was going to call the Young Madam? Is he angry because the call didn’t go through?’

’But I don’t think I saw him make a call.’

The butler was completely baffled. He walked over, quickly picked up the phone, and handed it to him.

’This phone is surprisingly durable. Nothing’s broken except for the screen!’

A wave of regret washed over Leona Grant after he threw the phone. The text message seemed to have been sent a long time ago, and he hadn’t seen the timestamp clearly!

’No, I don’t believe any of this. I don’t believe Annabelle Linton has no feelings for me at all!’

’Annabelle Linton would kiss me, hug me, and even call me her husband. When I was injured, I clearly felt how much she cared. I refuse to believe she doesn’t have a single shred of affection for me!’

’What if there’s more to the story? What if Annabelle Linton and Aaron Wyatt just happened to run into each other?’

It was an excuse so flimsy that even he didn’t believe it, but he wanted to.

"Sir, your phone..."

Before the butler could finish, Leona Grant snatched the phone from his hand.

The timestamp on the screen read 10:30 AM.

And it was now almost nine o’clock at night...

A wild thought suddenly flashed through Leona Grant’s mind. It was so insane, so utterly depraved, that he despised himself for even thinking something so vile.

But the more he thought about it, the harder it was to stop. Forcing himself to remain calm, he commanded the butler, "Find out where Annabelle Linton is right now."

His face was a mask of composure, but inside, his thoughts were in complete turmoil.

He desperately wanted to calm down, but he just couldn’t think rationally.

He had kept Annabelle Linton confined for the past few days, yet she had taken advantage of his illness to leave...

’What kind of trouble is she in? She can cry in front of Aaron Wyatt, but with me, she hides everything.’

In a daze, he recalled the time when Aaron Wyatt and Annabelle Linton were supposed to get married. They were so good together, such a perfect match.

They were already engaged. If it hadn’t been for Ashley’s meddling, the wedding would have gone off without a hitch, and they’d probably be living abroad by now!

’Later, my relationship with Annabelle Linton wasn’t great either. But after she went on that trip with Ashley, she suddenly started being nice to me, saying she wanted to start over. Could it be that she and Aaron Wyatt... while they were abroad...’

Just as Leona Grant was lost in thought, the butler’s voice cut in. "Sir, I’ve found her. The Young Madam is at a hotel right now. She’s..."

The butler clearly couldn’t bring himself to continue. Leona Grant’s heart skipped a beat.

’A hotel?’ The thought was a sharp pain in Leona Grant’s chest.

The butler was also deeply troubled. ’How can I possibly say this?’

The Young Madam was in a hotel room with a man. They had been in there since the morning and hadn’t come out. And that man was Aaron Wyatt...

He knew of Aaron Wyatt; the man had nearly married the Young Madam.

A man and a woman, alone together... and on top of that, she was fighting with his master. What was anyone supposed to think?

’But,’ he thought, ’the Young Madam clearly isn’t that kind of person...’