Remarriage Failed Again Today-Chapter 130: Congratulations, You’ve Finally Exhausted All My Patience and Affection
"Annabelle Linton, I need an explanation!"
A twisted, nonchalant smile slowly spread across Annabelle Linton’s face. The corners of her mouth curved upward, inch by inch—not a true smile, but silent mockery.
’On what grounds? We’re getting a divorce, yet he can still talk to me with such righteous confidence, in that commanding tone?!’
’Why am I always the one who has to meekly accept whatever comes my way?!’ 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺
’I am so done with living a life without dignity!’
Annabelle Linton suddenly let out a low laugh.
Her slightly hoarse voice was filled with a faint, almost imperceptible sarcasm. "Leona Grant, perhaps there were some things I forced upon you.
"For example, my excessive concern, my meddlesome companionship, my laughable willfulness and expectations, and my pathetic need for security.
"I never asked if you needed them, but I know that these are things I would never give to anyone else so easily.
"But starting today, you should understand. The power you had to hurt me is gone. All these things that represented my own self-inflicted humiliation—I’m taking back every last one of them.
"Before, you acted without restraint simply because you knew I loved you. But that didn’t mean my tolerance for you was limitless. Congratulations, you’ve finally exhausted all my patience and goodwill toward you.
"From now on, you don’t have to act so aloof, and you don’t need to put on airs for my sake. We’re finished. I don’t have feelings for you anymore. So please, if you see me, just pretend we’re strangers. It would be best if we never saw each other again for the rest of our lives. That is my only condition for the divorce."
After she finished speaking, Annabelle Linton didn’t look at him again. She proudly swept past him on her twelve-centimeter heels, her expression blank as she calmly departed.
Chase Lynch glanced at Leona Grant, then walked in the direction Annabelle Linton had gone.
Her words—"never saw each other again for the rest of our lives"—made Leona Grant’s chest tighten, yet he had no way to vent his frustration.
Watching Annabelle Linton’s departing figure, Leona Grant fiercely kicked the edge of the fountain.
He closed his eyes in agitation, trembling with rage.
In his twenty-some years of life, he had never felt so powerless, so unable to control everything.
But now, because of one woman—Annabelle Linton—everything was spiraling out of control.
Both his emotions and his feelings.
Vivian Yates had been staring at Leona Grant the entire time, from beginning to end.
She hadn’t left, even when he had told her to go when they were halfway through their meal just now. She could have easily used the excuse of having forgotten some documents to approach Leona Grant, but she didn’t have the courage.
...
「Around the corner.」
"Have you followed me long enough?" Annabelle Linton turned around, her face expressionless, and looked at the wall behind her.
"And here I thought you hadn’t noticed." Chase Lynch emerged from behind the wall, his gaze gentle as he looked at Annabelle Linton.
Annabelle Linton looked at him without any emotion, saying nothing.
Chase Lynch’s eyes shimmered as he watched her, his voice holding a hint of ingratiation. "Come on, that was an indirect confession of sorts. You could at least give me an answer to put my mind at ease. You know, you’re making things awkward for everyone this way."
Annabelle Linton sneered. "President Lynch, you’re certainly in high spirits. One minute, you say you want to make a deal with me. The next, you say you’re only approaching me because you like me. Either way, it’s all about me. It really makes it hard to believe what your true motives are."
"Motives?"
Chase Lynch scoffed. "I thought you were the kind of woman who could take things in stride and let them go. Turns out, that was just talk. Look at you—you still subconsciously believe what he says."
Annabelle Linton gave a calm, nonchalant smile. "I don’t think there’s anything particularly special or charming about me that would make President Lynch proactively approach me. You’ve used me to provoke Leona Grant time and time again. While I don’t know what you’re thinking, President Lynch, I think I at least deserve an explanation, don’t you?"
