Leona Grant's forced smile vanished. His deep eyes watched her, filled with a complex mix of worry, sorrow, and caution.
Annabelle Linton sat across from him and said coldly, "Leona Grant, can you just tell me what on earth you're trying to do? I've repeated it countless times: we're divorced. Why do you insist on pestering me?"
Leona Grant's eyes darkened. He stared at her intently for a moment before saying with resolve, "I don't want this to be over."
"Why don't you want it to be over?" Annabelle Linton's face was impassive as she asked sharply, "Is it because you refuse to let me go? To get your revenge? To make me understand how annoying it is to be constantly pestered? Is it your vanity, your possessiveness, or what?"
'Besides those reasons, she really couldn't figure out why he insisted on pestering her.'
