She could show such unreserved concern for a complete stranger, yet she treated him—her own husband—like a distant acquaintance. It was obvious just how much she loathed him.
At this thought, an indescribable frustration welled up inside Leona Grant.
He tugged irritably at his tie, a shadow falling over his features. "Why should I care about her? Who does she think she is?"
Vivian Yates glanced at his obviously dark expression, and the coldness in her eyes intensified.
'Even though he still acts like he doesn't care about Annabelle Linton, just like before, he was never like this in the past!'
'In the past, he wouldn't have even deigned to spare her a facial expression or a sideways glance. His gaze was always completely indifferent. So why is he displeased now?'
'Is it because she's being cold to him?'
Vivian Yates gritted her teeth, a sinister glint flashing in her eyes.
