Chapter 701: Chapter 701: He Unbuttons His Collar
Ann Nolan opened her eyes in surprise, wondering why the car had come to a stop.
Was there something wrong with what she had said?
He was her only support in Landon, and the sole reason why she stayed there despite being married afar.
Once he acquired the Santos family assets and divorced her, what else would keep her in Landon?
Zaiden Santos’s cold eyes landed on her face, making her feel pressured. She rubbed her forehead and lightly explained—
“My grandfather really misses me. It’s better if I stay with him; I am his only granddaughter after all. He’s old, and it’s only natural for me to want to accompany him.”
“You can bring him to Landon.”
“His health wouldn’t be able to handle the stress of the move. He’s lived in UT for many years, and he isn’t willing to relocate.”
“So you’re planning to stay with him?”
Ann Nolan didn’t respond.
Her future plans didn’t need to be discussed with Zaiden Santos.
It was just a matter of time before Zaiden would take over the Santos Family fortune.
“Speak!” Zaiden Santos demanded, a hint of resentment in his voice.
He turned on the headlights, under the dim light his face was covered with coldness.
Ann Nolan, however, calmly opened her eyes and slowly closed them, her gaze filled with unbearable fatigue and indescribable weariness.
“I’ve not thought that far.” Ann Nolan replied dismissively.
“What if I can’t acquire the Santos Family?” Zaiden looked at her.
Under the light, the coldness floated in his eyes.
It seemed that Ann Nolan hadn’t considered this possibility. She lightly laughed: “Can’t get it? You mean, the Santos family assets being transferred to Zachary Santos?”
“If it really is given to Zachary, then I’ve tried my best. But, will you blame me? We married, and in the end, you gained nothing.” Ann Nolan lightly chuckled.
Her beautiful eyes looked at him, devoid of any excess emotion.
Zaiden Santos moved his lips.
“Let’s go, I want to sleep.” Ann Nolan said, not letting him continue.
She was afraid that he might argue with her again or say hurtful words.
She wasn’t made of steel or copper, where was she supposed to withstand that kind of heartache over and over?
Her heart was already riddled with wounds, she didn’t know how many more times it could be hurt.
This time, she was truly tired.
For some reason, Zaiden Santos felt inexplicably annoyed and unbuttoned his collar.
He wanted to light a cigarette, but with Ann Nolan in the car, he held himself back.
By the time the Lamborghini arrived at the Santos Mansion, Ann Nolan was still asleep.
She looked extremely weary, with dark circles under her eyes. Even when the car came to a stop, she remained oblivious.
She looked like a defenceless kitten, curled up in the passenger seat, motionless.
Zaiden Santos parked the car and gazed at her for a long time from the driver’s seat.
Zaiden Santos took off his coat and draped it over her, before gently lifting her from the car and headed towards the bedroom.
As he set her on the bed, a drowsy Ann Nolan rubbed her eyes: “Are we home?”
“Yes.” He helped her take off the coat.
“I will message Jasmine, otherwise she will worry about…” Mid-sentence, Ann Nolan tried to sit up, still fighting off sleep.
“I’ll do it for you.” Zaiden Santos snatched her phone.
“Oh.” Ann Nolan did not resist.
She was too tired. She snuggled into her pillow and immediately drifted off to sleep again.
Sleeping was the only time she could be free of worry, strip off all masks and facades.
She lay there motionlessly as Zaiden Santos glanced at her, then replied to Jasmine Yale’s message on her phone.
He did not immediately go to the bathroom. Instead, he put the phone down and sat silently at the edge of the bed.
He sat there for a long time.
The night was deep and shrouded in a white haze.