The man grabbed her arm, pushing her down, his brow furrowed, his face extremely displeased.
This man, already handsome, seemed even more enchanting without clothes.
Zaiden Santos pinned Ann Nolan beneath him, clutching her shoulders.
"Who said you could leave?"
The man's tone was very domineering, with a touch of malice.
"Zaiden Santos, you saw that it was Jasmine who called, why can't I go out?"
Ann Nolan's brows were constantly furrowed, she was in great pain from his pressure.
But because of the disparity in strength, she was no match for Zaiden Santos.
He was just being completely unreasonable.
After waking up in the morning, he exhibited a discontented expression, he pressed her once, and now he wouldn't even let her go out.
She felt weak from his toss and turn, unable to figure out what had displeased him again.
"Satisfy me first."
Zaiden Santos, without another word, he acted forcefully as if he wanted to tear Ann Nolan apart.
