"The story isn't over, not over yet... what happened after... what happened next..." Ann Nolan kept shouting.
She wanted to know what happened next.
This bar was an enterprise under the Santos Family; it was well-managed.
Zaiden Santos wasn't worried that Jasmine Yale might encounter any mishaps here.
He softly instructed the owner to send her to a nearby hotel once she had drunk enough.
He himself dragged Ann out into the rain.
"Ann, open your eyes and look clearly, I am Zaiden Santos, your husband!" Zaiden's eyes were fiery.
Soon, his light gray overcoat turned dark gray.
Rain settled on his hair, on his shoes.
Rain also wet Ann's face; it was very cold, and with the wind blowing, she felt a chill all over.
Drop by drop, the rain fell on her eyelids, long eyelashes, lips...
Ann huddled up and hid in Zaiden's embrace.
She found it uncomfortable and raised her hand to rub her eyes: "Cold."
