Chapter 542: This Man Is a Beast in Bed
The man shamelessly demanded to know.
Ann Nolan found herself helpless, utterly helpless.
He had asked her the same question multiple times today.
“I didn’t buy it. I don’t know what you like, I have no clue about your preferences.”
“Half a year into marriage and you don’t know what I like, Ann Nolan, how are you my wife?” Zaiden Santos was furious.
“Zaiden Santos, your preferences are known to others, others remember them. But I, I can’t waste my energy on things I don’t care about.”
“No, you have to head back to the mall, no matter what, I must see my gift today.”
“Zaiden Santos, are you three years old?”
Frustratingly childish!
What did ever he lack? He, Mr. Santos, lacked nothing at all!
“If you don’t give me a present then tonight, you yourself will be the present.”
She knew Zaiden Santos was unreasonable.
Especially when it came to her.
In bed, he never cared about her feelings.
Only what he desired mattered, there was nothing he couldn’t have.
If he didn’t stop, she had no right to say no.
Moreover, this man was a stampeding beast in bed.
“I will buy it,” Ann Nolan conceded, fatigue etched on her face. “I’m very tired today, can I sleep alone tonight?”
“Depends on my mood.”
On the other side of the phone, the man’s mood improved significantly.
Ann Nolan was helpless, utterly helpless.
She had no choice but to drive to the mall to pick out a birthday present for Zaiden Santos.
After Ann Nolan left, Jasmine Yale took a taxi home.
She hung the clothing she had purchased in her closet.
The New Year was approaching and once again, she was going to spend it alone.
But she was used to that now, it didn’t matter anymore.
After all, for many more years to come she would be all by herself.
Just then, Jasmine Yale noticed the paper cutting the little Santa at the amusement park had given her.
The cutting was beautiful; she could stick it on her window.
Jasmine Yale realized. Before, she hadn’t looked closely. Now, she took a careful look.
Two tiny characters had been cut out on the paper window: Jasy.
Jasmine Yale looked closely again, double-checking; indeed it was – Jasy.
Thinking back, Jasmine Yale couldn’t help but chuckle in annoyance. Could that little Santa have been…..
All of a sudden, Jasmine Yale found herself both angered and amused.
She had thought so. Since when had the amusement park become so sentimental?
When she thought about that little guy, Jasmine Yale felt a pang in her heart.
It’s been months since she last saw him.
Her feelings for Chale Cheney were complicated. So complicated, she found herself running away from them.
Jasmine Yale stored the paper cutting away, she suddenly felt reluctant to put it on her window.
She tidied up the rented room a bit more.
While tidying up Peyenne Jones’ things, Jasmine Yale’s heart skipped a beat. Peyenne’s phone was still not reachable, not a single message.
Why hadn’t that girl returned yet…
Jasmine Yale teared up while tidying up. Her tears trickled down lightly – they’d stained her entire face.
Ever since Jasmine Yale had turned down Joe Heath, he’d intensified his pursuit of her.
Every day, he sent Jasmine Yale a gift and made a phone call.
And he constantly tried to cheer Jasmine up with new tricks.
After five days, Jasmine Yale felt bad for Joe Heath.
She decided to clear things up with him.
“Joe Heath, are you free? Can we go sit by the sea?” Jasmine Yale sought his opinion.
On his end, Joe Heath thought he had finally touched Jasmine Yale’s heart.
“Sure, should I come pick you up?”
“No need for that, I’ll take a cab. Will see you there.”