Chapter 755: His Little Wife, He Just Wants to Pamper Her in His Arms

Annabelle Linton nodded lightly.

Faced with a wife who didn’t know how to express herself, Leona Grant felt a sense of helplessness.

Her red eyes were as cute as a little rabbit’s, yet they also tugged at his heartstrings.

Leona Grant looked at her, unable to resist pulling her into a tighter hug. He said softly, “Besides, I will never, ever leave you. No matter what happens, I won’t. Are you reassured now?”

As Leona Grant said this, he remembered something.

He took his phone out of his pocket, held it up in front of them, and played a video for Annabelle Linton to see. “Take a look at this,” he said flatly.

Annabelle Linton glanced over and saw a video of men and a woman… *that* kind of video. The kind with several men and just one woman.

She immediately averted her gaze.

But just as she looked away, she seemed to realize something and whipped her head back around.

‘Isn’t the woman on screen Vivian Yates???’

She was completely naked, and those men were…

Annabelle Linton’s mind suddenly went blank. She stared at the phone in disbelief.

At the same time, she recalled something.

The last time, in that file of Leona Grant’s she had seen, it seemed Vivian Yates had also been set up by Leona Grant to be drugged and assaulted like this.

‘He had said it was just a suspicion, that he had no proof. So, could it be that he suspected all of this based on that “dream” he mentioned?’

‘If so… that would be very interesting.’

Leona Grant only showed her the gist of it before quickly putting the phone away.

‘If it weren’t to prove my innocence, how could I possibly let her see something like that?’

“See? I’m innocent, Annabelle Linton. Don’t give me any of that ‘I think you’re dirty’ talk. In this lifetime, I belong to Annabelle Linton and no one else.”

Annabelle Linton snapped back to reality. She glanced at him and said softly, “I never said I didn’t believe you.”

“Is that so?” Leona Grant watched her with a faint, knowing smile. “Well, that’s for the best, then,” he said meaningfully.

Annabelle Linton understood what he was implying. She gave an embarrassed cough and lowered her head.

‘How embarrassing… I was so furious back then, he saw me acting like a total shrew.’

‘But honestly, it felt pretty good. If it happened again, I’d still hit her. Maybe just a little more elegantly… and beat her to death.’

Annabelle Linton stared at the floor while Leona Grant gazed at her affectionately. For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Inside the enclosed car, his senses were filled with her scent—a faint, fresh fragrance that was both calming and exceptionally pleasant.

Leona Grant couldn’t help but pull her over and kiss her again.

His little wife. He just wanted to hold her in his arms and pamper her all day long.

He turned her face toward him, looking into her eyes.

She stared back at him without blinking. Although her expression was devoid of emotion, utterly placid, it still made his heart flutter.

Leona Grant leaned in and kissed her—gently, indulgently, and full of deep affection.

Apparently, no matter how smart a person was, there were some things they were clueless about. When it came to this sort of thing, Annabelle Linton had always been, one could say… a complete novice.

Except on rare occasions when she was feeling particularly passionate, a kiss from her was just a simple press of her lips against his.

In her mind, a kiss was probably just that—a peck.

But even so, it was still enough to make Leona Grant’s heart race.

When you love someone, they don’t need to try and seduce you. A single glance from them can feel like an invitation.

Leona Grant kissed her, his breathing growing heavier, his passion deepening.

His hand slowly traveled up from her calf…

As it moved, Leona Grant’s hand stopped at her knee, and his eyes sharpened.