Chapter 884: Chapter 884: Carrying Her to the Bathroom Chapter 884: Chapter 884: Carrying Her to the Bathroom However, she didn’t even look at him and just responded, “I don’t like it.”
Mr. Santos felt almost all of his setbacks in life ca from Ann Nolan, ever since he t her. Except in bed, he had not succeeded in anything.
As a man, he felt he had lost all his self-esteem.
Ann genuinely didn’t understand why he was going mad. Was it wrong for her not to want his gifts?
The depths of her eyes showed traces of fractures, like thin ice breaking apart in the deadly cold.
She rembered once when she ca back from overti, Zaiden Santos had brought her a box of exquisite handmade pastries.
She thought Zaiden Santos had bought them specially for her, maybe even made them himself.
But she was wrong.
After happily finishing them, she saw Harper Glorian’s social dia post.
Harper Glorian had shared a picture of the sa pastries and a selfie, accompanied by a “disappointed” expression.
Following the expression were these glaring words: “Your handmade pastries, sadly I have a toothache, can’t enjoy them.”
After seeing that, Ann ran over to the sink and vomited for a long ti.
That incident had left a deep impression on her.
The things Zaiden Santos had done to disgust her were not few.
Afterward, whenever he brought her sothing to eat, she would throw everything into the trash bin, not keeping a single item.
His things were indeed too much for her to enjoy.
This ti with the dress and perfu, Ann knew, they were probably items Harper Glorian didn’t want either.
“Ann, do you find it amusing to talk back to ? Does making feel defeated give you a sense of accomplishnt?” Zaiden Santos looked at her coldly.
His movents were not gentle as he took off his suit jacket.
“Zaiden Santos, make it clear. It is you who are making things difficult for , not making you feel defeated.”
“I’m making things difficult for you? I bring you gifts, and even that is making things difficult for you?”
“I don’t want your gifts, is that wrong?”
“It’s not wrong. Just don’t like it? Wait a mont, I’ll make you like it.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Zaiden Santos leaned over, forcefully.
“Ah…” Ann winced in pain.
Zaiden Santos hadn’t touched her for over twenty days. At first, it was because she had her period, and just after her period ended, he had gone on a business trip.
Her body was not ready at all, and the suddenness of everything made her arch her body in agony, her brow furrowed in pain.
With a bit of anger, Zaiden Santos wore her out completely.
Initially, he had not intended to argue with her, but she was pressing him hard.
Tears rolled down Ann’s cheeks, like the unending spring rain outside.
The tears wet her shoulders, sticky and uncomfortable.
Ann stopped talking, as anything more she said would be her fault.
Not wanting to talk to him was her fault, not wanting gifts was also her fault.
Yes, this marriage, from the beginning, was indeed her fault.
So now, all of it was punishnt.
Ann looked blankly at the crystal lamp on the ceiling, the light reflecting in her dim eyes.
Actually, before getting married, she hadn’t cried for many years.
She wasn’t a woman prone to tears, but now the tears wouldn’t stop.
While she lay expressionless, letting Zaiden Santos have his way, suddenly, she felt a faint hint of tobacco on her lips.
Zaiden Santos was kissing her.
Ann closed her eyes weakly, furrowed her brow, and didn’t struggle anymore.
The affair on the couch lasted who knows how long, Ann rembered that in the end, she passed out.
Zaiden Santos carried her to the bathroom.
After bathing her and changing her into pajamas, he carried her to bed.
Ann lay exhausted on the bed, too tired to even lift her hand.
“Ann, why won’t you even accept my gifts?”
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