Chapter 883: Chapter 883 You Motherf*cker! Chapter 883: Chapter 883 You Motherf*cker! “You’re not interested in this, and you’re not interested in that, so why did you marry in the first place?” Zaiden Santos said, annoyed.
“Young and foolish.”
Ann Nolan uttered just six words indifferently.
Zaiden Santos felt a burning rage in his chest. He had been calm and composed, but now she had provoked him again.
He had been on a business trip for ten days, and she was still acting like this.
“I won’t argue with you,” Zaiden Santos conceded, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes. “No man argues with a woman.”
He said that, but his arms did not relax; they remained firmly wrapped around her waist.
“Let go of ,” Ann Nolan said angrily.
“Just let hold you for a while. I ca straight ho after getting off the plane, waiting for you. I brought you a gift; see if you like it,” Zaiden Santos said.
Ann Nolan frowned; Zaiden Santos hadn’t drunk any alcohol today.
He freed one hand and picked up a handbag from beside him.
“A Carolina Herrera dress, and Dior perfu, they’re this season’s limited edition and hard to get.”
Ann Nolan glanced at them; she had seen them already.
Too bad he didn’t even know what she liked.
She didn’t feel much for these things, not because she didn’t like them, but because she could buy them herself.
Even if they were this season’s limited edition, she wasn’t particularly after them.
He placed the handbag in front of her: “Take a look.”
“No need,” Ann Nolan said calmly, her eyes half-lifted and unfazed. “Tell , what do you want to do for you?”
Zaiden Santos’s face darkened instantly.
The faint glimr in his eyes just monts ago had vanished, shattered.
The hand around her waist tightened, and Ann Nolan winced in pain.
“Not talking? If not, I need to go to the study. I have plenty of dresses and perfus; you don’t need to buy them for . These things suit sweet-talking young girls; I’m not particularly touched by them, and I think you know that.”
“Ann Nolan!”
Zaiden Santos roared, and with a swift move, he threw her onto the couch, his towering figure pressing down on her.
“What do you like, huh?” He pinned her hands down and lood over her, “You don’t like this, you don’t like that. So how about this, do you like this?” His hand touched her body.
“Ah…” Ann Nolan started violently, her eyes filled with panic, her face showing a furious expression as she forcefully pushed him away.
“Zaiden Santos, you son of a bitch!” Ann Nolan, both ashad and infuriated, slapped at him.
Zaiden Santos skillfully dodged, and the slap missed, only grazing his neck.
“You really do like it when I fuck you, don’t you? Besides that, I don’t think you like anything!”
“Get lost! Zaiden Santos, just fuck off!” Ann Nolan twisted her body, struggling.
Anger flared on Zaiden Santos’s face, the fire in his eyes almost erupting like a volcano.
No matter if she was willing or not, he wouldn’t let her go, leaving no chance for resistance.
Ann Nolan resisted fiercely. It had been a long ti since Zaiden Santos had lost his temper like this; she knew he must have been severely hit by the project and was taking it out on her.
As for the gifts, they were either to please her, hoping she would say a few good words in front of his grandfather.
Or, they were the ones Harper Glorian didn’t want.
Zaiden Santos was truly angered by Ann Nolan this ti; it was the first ti he had bought a gift for her, especially that dress.
When he saw that dress in the shop’s glass cabinet, the first image that ca to his mind was her.
And with that thought, he had impulsively bought the dress.
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