Chapter 850: Chapter 850: Tie My Tie for Me
She didn’t know how long she had been standing, but Ann Nolan felt her legs stiffen and her arms tingling with numbness.
Only then did she gather her thoughts, lower her head, and walk towards the car door.
This place, too, had left her with unforgettable memories.
In the future, these memories would be treasured, like pearls in the deep sea, luminescent and iridescent.
However, she had imagined many ways of resigning, but she had never anticipated this one—it somewhat felt like fleeing in panic.
Ann Nolan forced a smile and rubbed her forehead.
Why had she thought of these four words?
Yet, they did seem appropriate for her current situation.
Ann Nolan opened the car door and sat in the driver’s seat.
Just as she started the car and was about to move it out of the parking spot, suddenly—
The sound of a car horn came from behind!
“Beep beep,” “beep beep”…
The parking lot was so quiet that the noise immediately caught Ann Nolan’s attention. She rolled down the window and looked out!
A familiar Bentley was parked not far from the entrance, just thirty meters from her car—neither close nor distant!
This car, this license plate, she knew all too well.
Ann Nolan wasn’t concerned, raised the window, started the car, and reversed out of the parking spot, pretending she had seen nothing.
She gently turned the steering wheel, driving towards the entrance.
But Zaiden Santos, as if to challenge her, was parked in the essential path at the entrance, unmoving.
Ann Nolan’s car moved very slowly, and seeing Zaiden Santos’s dangerous and nearly shameless maneuver, she truly wished she could crash into the car again.
But it was not worth risking her life over a joke.
The two cars collided head-on, leaving only the space of half an arm’s length between them!
The Bentley was personally driven by Zaiden Santos. The man in the driver’s seat wore a white shirt and a vest, with a dark blue tie around his neck, looking debonair, steady, and elegant.
He squinted slightly, motionless, staring at Ann Nolan in the opposite driver’s seat.
His lips, sporting a half-smiling curve.
The man’s features were sharply defined, his lines deep, handsome and striking, exuding the charm of a mature man from top to bottom.
Ann Nolan’s expression did not change, nor did she get out of the car, her gaze settling directly in front of her, landing on Zaiden Santos’s face.
Zaiden Santos had not come home last night, and today Harper Glorian had made such a scene at TR.
She did not need to guess, Miss Glorian had been whispering in his ear.
This tie of his she had never seen before—it was new, likely a gift from Miss Glorian.
It wasn’t that she liked to fixate on details, but sometimes this man was particularly tormenting.
In the mornings when he got up early, sometimes while she was still drowsy in bed, he would shamelessly bend over and come close—
Over time, she had come to know exactly how many ties he owned.
This one, she surely had not seen before.
At this moment, the two of them were at a standoff, neither yielding.
Ann Nolan honked the horn again, the sound particularly grating.
Despite this, the man opposite acted as if he had heard nothing and did not move.
Ann Nolan, not wanting to leave the warm comfort of her car, bent her head down to retrieve her phone, located Zaiden Santos’s number, and called.
After a moment, the man opposite slowly picked up the phone, the corners of his mouth still curled in a slight, upward arc.
“Zaiden Santos, move your car,” she said.
“Why should I move?” he responded.
“How can you have no gentlemanly grace?”
“Teach me then, what is called gentlemanly grace.”
Ann Nolan raised her head, her calm gaze fell on the man opposite.