Chapter 355: Chapter 353: Who Are You Talking to on the Phone? (5)
But the man, apparently not afraid of dying, forcefully grabbed Annabelle Linton’s shoulder, ready to slap her again.
A sharp glint flashed in her eyes. Annoyed, she glanced at the blood seeping through the white bathrobe, then lashed out with two slaps and kicked him to the ground. "You were given an inch and you took a mile. I didn’t even want to bother with you, but you just had to force me to dirty my hands."
Just like that, Annabelle Linton kicked down a man who weighed well over 180 pounds.
’It takes a hundred days to recover from a bad injury. After two months of recuperation, after all the trouble of getting stitches, applying ointment, and being bandaged up, the wound had finally scabbed over. In a few more days, the gauze could have come off and it would have been almost healed. And now it’s split open again, hasn’t it?’
Blood slowly began to trickle down, staining the snow-white bathrobe red.
Annabelle Linton was furious. Unable to contain her rage, she went over and kicked him twice more before grabbing a nearby ashtray and knocking him unconscious.
She then went into the bathroom, grabbed her high heels, handbag, and dirtied gown, and walked out onto the balcony.
The door was locked. The only way out was the window.
’The person trying to frame me will probably be here soon. I can’t waste any time.’
Just like last time, Annabelle Linton grabbed a stool, stepped onto it, and deftly leaped over to the adjacent balcony before heading inside.
But the moment she stepped inside, she came face to face with Leona Grant, who was sitting on the bed, smoking with his head lowered.
Annabelle Linton: "..."
Hearing the noise, Leona Grant looked up and his eyes immediately fell on Annabelle Linton.
She was wearing a bathrobe, and on her shoulder... was a conspicuous patch of blood.
"Annabelle?" His heart clenched. He tossed his cigarette aside and walked toward her. "What happened? Why are you bleeding?"
Annabelle Linton touched her forehead. ’I should just go back the way I came.’
’But Leona would never allow it, so I won’t waste the energy.’
She ignored him and tossed her belongings onto the carpet.
Then, she walked over and opened the door, intending to call for a maid to bring her a dress.
But this was a private lounge area; maids weren’t stationed here. Everyone was in the main hall, so there were no maids around.
’I can’t possibly go out like this, can I?’
Annabelle Linton turned back, sat on the sofa, and frowned as she tried to think of a solution.
Seeing her ignore him, Leona felt a pang in his chest, as if a large hand were squeezing his heart. A sour, astringent feeling spread through him.
But she was injured and bleeding. He couldn’t afford to dwell on his own hurt feelings.
He sat down beside her and reached for her bathrobe. "You’re bleeding. Let me take a look."
Annabelle calmly sidestepped his touch and pulled her robe tighter around herself. "That’s not necessary," she said, her tone polite yet distant. "May I rest here for a moment?"
She knew the question was rather pointless. Dressed as she was, it wasn’t as if she could go out.
It wasn’t that she was being overly dramatic; it was that since they were divorced, they needed to interact like a divorced couple.
Her words made Leona Grant remember that they were already divorced. It really wasn’t appropriate for him to see her private areas.
Her detached tone made him feel even worse.
Leona Grant pressed his lips together. He rose with a dejected air, retrieved the first-aid kit, and placed it in front of her. "I told you, you were injured because of me, so I need to check on it. You can apply the medicine yourself first. I won’t look."
’But she wouldn’t be comfortable with that either.’
Annabelle didn’t move, thinking she would just go to the bathroom to treat the wound.
When Leona saw that she still hadn’t moved, he knew what she was hesitant about.
He glanced at the bathrobe she was wearing, then stood up and headed for the door. "Just sit tight," he said in a low voice. "I’ll go find you some clothes."
Without waiting for her reaction, he walked out.
’He actually wanted to sit with her for a little longer.’
’But thinking she didn’t want him around, he went out of his way to find clothes for her himself.’
