Chapter 391: Chapter 392: She Is Mine Now
The floor was so littered with debris there was barely a place to step. A trail of splattered blood led directly to where the two men were fighting.
But the two men showed no signs of stopping. Aaron Wyatt snatched up a chair and hurled it at Leona Grant. Leona dodged it, but his forehead was grazed in the process.
Leona Grant, completely unfazed by the injury, grabbed a nearby vase and threw it back. Aaron Wyatt dodged as well, but a shard from the shattered vase cut his face.
The two were evenly matched. A fight between such well-met opponents was a stalemate, with no clear winner emerging.
Under the swaying crystal chandelier, they glared at each other, covered in wounds from head to toe. Both tilted their heads and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Leona Grant casually wiped away the blood, his voice arrogant. "Listen up, Wyatt. Annabelle Linton is my woman. Stay away from her, got it?"
"Your woman!" Aaron Wyatt laughed twice. "You’re delusional. She stopped loving you a long time ago. She’s mine now!"
"Even if she’s yours, it’s only temporary. She’s my wife. We’ve slept together—have you? I’m telling you, we’ll remarry sooner or later. As for you... you’re out!"
"You’re asking for it!"
With a furious roar, Aaron Wyatt charged at Leona Grant again. Leona squared up, ready to meet him.
The two of them started brawling again.
Annabelle Linton felt like she’d been screwed over by the entire universe. ’This is never-ending!’
"Both of you, stop! Do you hear me?!"
Her words fell on deaf ears. No one paid her any mind.
In truth, the resentment between the two had been building for a long time. This fight was long overdue, an inseparable clash. The sheer intensity of it gave off a "you die or I die" vibe.
Seeing Aaron Wyatt spit out another mouthful of blood just as Leona Grant was about to strike again, Annabelle Linton panicked. She rushed forward and wrapped her arms around Leona Grant to stop him. She knew shielding Aaron would just make it impossible for Leona to pull back, so her only choice was to restrain him.
The fight had driven them mad.
When Aaron Wyatt saw Leona Grant about to charge, he instinctively grabbed a nearby chair to smash over him.
Just as Leona Grant was about to fight back, he felt a tightening around his waist, and a dark look flashed in his eyes.
’She’s actually risking this much for Aaron Wyatt? Doesn’t she know that fists have no eyes?’
Aaron Wyatt saw Annabelle Linton hugging Leona Grant. In that critical moment, he couldn’t stop the chair in his hands, and it was about to come crashing down.
Seeing the chair swinging toward Annabelle Linton, Leona Grant quickly switched places with her, turning his back to take the blow.
The heavy chair crashed squarely onto his back.
"Ngh!" With a muffled groan, Annabelle Linton felt the arms holding her tremble violently.
Blood trickled from the corner of Leona Grant’s mouth.
He glanced at Annabelle Linton. She was fine.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
Holding Annabelle Linton, he turned around, nonchalantly wiped the blood from his lips, and gave a wicked grin. "Were you worried I’d get hurt? Don’t be. I’m fine. Just don’t be so impulsive next time, you hear? You could get hurt."
After speaking, he even gave her a quick kiss.
Annabelle Linton didn’t have the presence of mind to push him away or curse him. Her gaze instinctively flew to Aaron Wyatt.
The look in Aaron Wyatt’s eyes was one of utter disappointment. He gave a cold, thin-lipped smile, wiped the blood from his own mouth with a show of indifference, and strode out of the room.
When Annabelle Linton saw that look of disappointment, a sharp pain pierced her heart, and her eyes suddenly turned red.
After so many years of feelings, from their past life to this one, he had never once looked at her like that.
Never, except for that one time.
It was just like that time in their past life, when he had come to see her every day, only for her to shut the door on him. As he finally left for good, his eyes held the very same look of grief and disappointment.
’Will he and I have nothing to do with each other from now on?’
’Are we doomed to repeat the fate of our last life? Did I end up hurting him again, causing him to leave in disappointment?’
