Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1027 - Chapter 1027 Chapter 1027 What are you going to do

Chapter 1027: Chapter 1027: What are you going to do? Chapter 1027: Chapter 1027: What are you going to do? Even at breakfast, when she capriciously said, “I want to drink Lean Brand’s soy milk,” he would go out and buy it without a word.

In those few days, he didn’t spend much time at home, but as long as he was there, he was decent to her.

Almost anything she wanted, she got.

Now that she thought about it carefully, it was precisely at that time that he learned Zachary Santos had returned to Landon.

Hearts can’t withstand close scrutiny.

If you truly scrutinize them, the one who gets hurt is yourself.

Suddenly, she felt an illusion, like the reflection of flowers in a mirror or the moon in water, intangible, ungraspable, elusive.

Just like sand slipping through one’s fingers.

Possibly the only two things that could ever occupy Zaiden Santos’s heart were the Santos Family and Harper Glorian.

Beyond that, everything else could be sacrificed, used merely as a backdrop.

She, Ann Nolan, was no different, just a lowly sacrificial victim.

Her disgrace served to highlight his perfection and victory.

On the days when he was kind to her, she hadn’t held out much hope.

Thinking about it now, she felt even colder inside.

Well, it’s better to have understood many things and thereby gained a measure of peace.

“Ann Nolan, are you questioning me? What has Zachary Santos given you that you speak so fondly of him? You’re defending him now, does that mean you’ll help him come after me in the future?”

“If such a day comes, I wouldn’t mind at all,” Ann Nolan said calmly and indifferently, her face completely expressionless.

“Ann Nolan!”

This statement thoroughly infuriated Zaiden Santos.

All of Zaiden Santos’s anger surged, his eyes filled with a rageful coldness, bloodshot and red.

He was like an enraged lion, brandishing its claws again and again to declare its sovereignty after an invasion.

“Zaiden Santos, just sign the divorce papers when the time comes; it’s just a signature,” Ann Nolan said indifferently, “If you sign them, I will persuade Evan Guerrero to give up his inheritance rights to the Santos Family, and then you can rest easy, without any more worries.”

“Ann Nolan, how long have you been waiting for this day? Can’t wait for me to sign, is it to marry Zachary Santos? Who else could you marry if not my brother?”

“I’ve said it, Evan Guerrero and I have nothing to do with each other!”

“Tsss–”

Zaiden Santos stepped on the brakes.

The tires screeched against the ground, piercing through the eardrums with an ear-splitting noise!

Ann Nolan’s body jolted forward heavily, and she quickly grabbed the seatbelt.

This was a desolate place, very quiet. Zaiden Santos parked the car on the side of the road; all around was silent, so dark one couldn’t see their own hand in front of their face.

“Why aren’t you driving? What are you going to do?” Ann Nolan suddenly panicked, looking up at Zaiden Santos.

Zaiden Santos turned his head too, staring intensely into her eyes.

The man’s features were dark and deep; his thin lips were tightly sealed, his complexion even darker than the sky outside the window, his eyes devoid of light, and his lips pressed firmly together.

Ann Nolan felt creeped out under his gaze and unconsciously leaned toward the door.

But she was trapped.

The space inside the car was very cramped, and the air carried a cold chill.

Ann Nolan’s breathing became rapid.

This was the middle of nowhere.

She shivered slightly, clutching tightly to the seatbelt, with a thin layer of sweat on her back.

Their eyes locked, with cold hostility radiating from both.

Zaiden Santos leaned over, crossing the boundary, and suddenly grabbed Ann Nolan’s wrist!

The force was strong!

“Ann Nolan, since you think all my kindness towards you is just using you, here is what you need to understand–before you stop being of use, you won’t even dream of getting a divorce,” Zaiden Santos said coldly, each word deliberate, “Also, I am not tired of you yet; at least, sleeping with you is still comfortable.”

Ann Nolan’s wrist ached from his grip.