Chapter 392: Chapter 392: Why Don’t You Go Die?
’No, she didn’t want this outcome.’
’No matter what, she had to explain things clearly to him. She couldn’t hurt him again.’
Annabelle Linton snapped back to reality and ran for the door.
Seeing her about to leave, Leona Grant’s heart tightened. He grabbed her arm, frowning as he asked, "Where are you going?"
Annabelle Linton tried to violently shake his hand off, but he held on so tightly she couldn’t break free.
She roared in frustration, "Let me go!"
"I won’t let go. Why should I?"
Leona Grant tightened his grip, his own eyes stinging as he saw the anxiety in hers. He interrogated her, "Where are you going right now? To find him? I forbid it! Do you understand me? I forbid it!"
"Are you an idiot? Who I go looking for is none of your business! Let go of me!" Annabelle Linton tried to pry his fingers off one by one, but she couldn’t budge them at all.
’She was so angry she could spit blood!’
’Every time she spoke to this man, she was telling him to let go. She was sick of saying it herself. She truly didn’t understand why he insisted on clinging to her!’
’Aaron Wyatt was angry, and she needed to go find him!’
Leona Grant’s grip on her hand was so tight it seemed to be a testament to his determination not to let her leave. Shocking red marks instantly appeared on her fair wrist.
He looked at her, his face dark as he growled, "What do you mean it’s none of my business? You’re my woman. Every inch of you belongs to me. Did you get my permission to go see another man?"
Annabelle Linton was so angry she almost laughed, but she didn’t have time to argue with him over such a pointless, idiotic topic. "You’re seriously sick in the head. I’ll say it one last time: let go!"
"I won’t let go. What are you going to do about it?"
His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at her. He sneered, his grip on her wrist tightening. "So what if we’re divorced? Remarrying would take minutes—it’s just a matter of a single word from me. I can make one phone call and have them retract the paperwork and restore our marriage records. You think I can’t do it?"
Annabelle Linton’s eyes widened. She had never seen someone with such contempt for the law. "Are you kidding me? A divorce is legally recognized! Who the fuck do you think you are? Let go of me!"
"In Lynton, I, Leona Grant, am the law!" he declared, looking at her with boundless arrogance. "And you, Annabelle Linton, as long as you’re alive, you will be my woman!"
’Ugh! If she had a knife, she’d stab this arrogant, conceited bastard who doesn’t know his own limits!’
"Shameless! You’re utterly shameless! Leona Grant, why don’t you just go die!"
Annabelle Linton struggled with all her might but couldn’t break free. She was so angry she wanted to chop her own hand off.
"I won’t die. I just won’t. If anyone’s dying, it’ll be me fucking you to death!" Leona Grant retorted.
Hearing such a vulgar, shameless remark, Annabelle Linton gave up on prying at his fingers and just swung her hand, slapping him hard across the face.
’Damn it! This disrespectful, ill-bred punk, he’s completely out of line!’
"You hit me?" Leona Grant’s face was terrifyingly dark. "You fucking hit me."
SLAP—
Another slap landed. Annabelle Linton’s palm was numb from the impact. "Try giving me a knife! Hitting you is letting you off easy!"
"Good. Very good. Excellent! You’re really something else!"
With that, Leona Grant slammed her against the wall and kissed her.
A sharp glint flashed in Annabelle Linton’s eyes as she ruthlessly raised her knee.
"Ngh!"
Leona Grant, blinded by rage, hadn’t seen it coming. He took the hit, and the pain was so intense he nearly passed out.
Annabelle Linton shoved him away hard and nimbly ran out.
"Annabelle Linton, you get back here!" Leona Grant roared, his body bent over and his face pale with pain and fury.
"Go to hell!" Annabelle Linton shouted back as she fled.
