Chapter 760: He’s Just This Prim-and-Proper Stoic Flirt

Chapter 760: Chapter 760: He’s Just This Prim-and-Proper Stoic Flirt

"Yes, I believe you."

As he spoke, Leona Grant reached out to wipe away her tears and gave her a passionate kiss.

The two of them coexisted in this delicate atmosphere.

They both had similar, unspoken thoughts. They both knew what was coming, but neither of them said it out loud.

They just comforted each other and, in turn, comforted themselves.

’What will the future hold?’

Although they made promises to each other, neither of them felt certain about the future. The virus was spreading through their bodies day by day, invading.

Leona Grant gazed at her, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

’Annabelle Linton, if I die, I hope you live on and live well.’

Annabelle Linton looked back at him, her own expression just as complex.

’Leona Grant, if we are to live, I’ll live with you. If we are to die, I’ll die with you. But I will do everything in my power to keep you alive.’

’Please, live a good life. There are still so many beautiful things in this world.’

The two returned home.

...

The next day, when Annabelle Linton opened her eyes, she found herself gazing into Leona Grant’s affectionate eyes.

Seeing that she was awake, Leona Grant immediately smiled, kissed her forehead, and said, "Morning, darling."

Annabelle Linton smiled, her eyes crinkling. She wrapped her arms around his waist, snuggled into his embrace, and said softly, "Morning."

Leona Grant gently stroked her long, fluffy hair as he looked down at her. He suddenly smiled and said, "Annabelle Linton, before I fell in love with you, I never knew what love or marriage was. I never thought I’d fall in love with anyone. In fact, I even found the whole idea a bit ridiculous. But after falling for you, I realized just how lonely and colorless my life was before. Thank you for letting me experience what love tastes like."

Annabelle Linton, nestled in his arms, asked with a muffled laugh, "And what does love taste like?"

Leona Grant held her and said with a smile, "It’s sweet, it’s happy, and it tastes like you."

Hearing this, Annabelle Linton couldn’t help but marvel.

’What a heartbreaker... If he said things like that out in public, Annabelle believed, a whole legion of fangirls would be charmed to death.’

Annabelle Linton pinched his cheek and said teasingly, "Leona Grant, you’re such a menace. It’s a good thing I’m the one who snatched you up. Otherwise, who knows how many good girls you would have led astray."

"A menace?"

Leona Grant hadn’t expected her to say something like that and couldn’t help but laugh, amused.

Leona Grant leaned closer to her and asked, amused, "Annabelle Linton, in your mind, what kind of personality do I have?"

’What kind of personality?’

’That question was worth some deep consideration.’

’In the past, I thought he was cold-blooded. Then he became annoying, domineering, selfish, possessive, and childish. Now, he’s a cute dork, adorable, and deeply passionate to the point of being sexy.’

’Hmm... All in all, he’s...’

Annabelle Linton said with a smile, "Aloof but secretly passionate."

"Aloof but secretly passionate?"

Leona Grant looked at her, a little confused.

He didn’t really understand the term, but his focus landed on the "passionate" part.

Annabelle Linton nodded. "That’s right. Aloof but secretly passionate."

’He looks calm and indifferent on the surface, but in reality, he’s unbelievably passionate.’

’He’s the very definition of an aloof-but-secretly-passionate man.’

As she spoke, her breath washed over his chest.

It was ticklish, yet it also carried a hint of teasing and temptation, creating a delicate sensation.

Restless stirrings began to move within him.