"Even if we're legally married and have slept together, it doesn't mean we're husband and wife? Then tell me, what does?" Zaiden Santos spoke with a cold expression.
"Huh." Ann Nolan gave a cold laugh.
She leaned one arm against the window, her vacant gaze fixed on the scene before her.
The night was foggy, with a white haze that blurred her vision.
In the darkness, her slender form looked fragile and even her face was hard to discern clearly.
Every so often, Zaiden turned his head to look at her, only to meet her lackluster gaze.
"Ann, I am going to have your male assistants replaced," Zaiden initiated.
Instantly, Ann bristled and snapped upright to glare at him, "Why do you have to interfere with my work? Isn't meddling in my life enough for you? Now you want to interfere with my work too? I'm doing well in my work now. It's my only safety line. Are you going to cut it off as well?"
All she had left was her work and her passion.
What more did he want?
