"There won't be any trouble for the Santos family. In public, you and I are still a loving couple. Any issues with Grandfather, I will handle them all and won't cause you any trouble. Trust me, I have the public relation skills."
Ann Nolan laid out all his concerns.
Zaiden Santos' eyes were bloodshot, a chilling coldness filled his stern gaze.
His pupils contracted, gradually tensing up. Anger spread across his eyes like a prairie fire, leaving nothing untouched.
"I have only one request - sign the divorce agreement first," Ann Nolan's voice was calm.
Once the agreement was signed, at least they could sleep in separate beds.
She wouldn't have to be tormented by him all night.
She didn't understand why this man's needs were so great.
One Harper Glorian was not enough; he still had to torment her.
Ann Nolan held the quilt, her fair shoulders exposed to the air.
Her neck was full of kiss marks and ambiguous traces, the leftovers of lust.
