Chapter 699: Chapter 699 Learning to Stay Out All Night?

Outside the villa, there was a Lamborghini parked.

A man, draped in a black long coat, stood next to the sports car under the hazy light of night. His face was sombre, and his hair carried the white mist of the night.

He had his hands in his coat pockets, his intense eyes focused on the brightly lit villa.

The emotions beneath those eyes were unreadable.

His anger seemed to ferment on his face, little by little.

The living room door opened; Ann Nolan, dressed in a white coat, emerged, followed by petite Jasmine Yale.

The wind outside was harsh, particularly cold.

“Jasmine, you should go back.” Ann stopped her.

Jasmine looked up and saw Zaiden Santos outside.

Although Zaiden’s face was grim, he remained entirely calm.

“Jasmine, it will be alright, he wouldn’t dare to harm me. He and I have a relationship of interests,” Ann reassured her, “It’s true that his character is questionable, but at least he does have limits – he wouldn’t hit a woman.”

“But…”

“It’s okay, Jasmine, you can go in. I’ll only feel better once you’re inside. It’s cold outside. Go on.”

Ann didn’t want to drag Jasmine into this.

Despite her reluctance to leave, Jasmine was left with no choice but to return to her room.

Once the door closed, Ann let out a sigh of relief and walked down the steps.

She crossed the wide courtyard, passed by the fountain, and exited the villa.

As the wind blew, the tassels on Ann’s scarf fluttered non-stop.

The man seemed unaffected by the cold, standing still beside his car.

His icy eyes focused on her.

Ann walked up to him and gave him a faint smile: “Mr. Santos, why are you looking for me so late?”

Under the night sky, her face seemed extraordinarily gentle, like moonlight, like flowing water.

Even her eyes contained a hint of a smile, as though he were just someone insignificant.

“Ann, since when have you started staying out all night, huh?” Zaiden moved his gaze towards her, his voice deep.

“I learned it from Mr. Santos.” she raised her hand, brushing her hair aside with a finger.

Under the hazy night, her face now carried an allure that she normally did not possess.

For the first time, Zaiden realized, this woman could also be so captivating.

Efficient and driven at the company, obedient and gentle in front of her grandfather, but in front of him… she was aloof and condescending.

How had he not noticed before just how formidable his wife was?

“Get in the car.” Zaiden gave her a glance, then looked at his Lamborghini.

“I have my own car, I can drive myself home.”

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” Zaiden’s tone was indifferent, “You don’t want to have a quarrel with me at Mr. Cheney’s villa, do you?”

“Zaiden, you really are capable.” A sneer touched the corner of Ann’s lips.

He used both intimidation and persuasion, left no stone unturned.

Indeed, Ann did not want to argue with him at Mr. Cheney’s villa and make it public. It wouldn’t be good for anyone.

She got into Zaiden’s car, her gaze cold.

Only after seeing Ann had got into the car did Zaiden get into the driver’s seat.

“Ann, the Santos family has been busy these days. Don’t cause trouble for me.” Zaiden warned.

He drove off, leaving the villa complex.

His profile while driving was stern. His long fingers wrapped around the steering wheel, his side face sharp, his eyes devoid of warmth.

“How have I caused you trouble? Now I’m not even qualified to meet friends?”

“Report to me when you’re going out.”

“Ha.” Ann couldn’t help but laugh, “So, should you also report to me? That’s only fair.”

Zaiden’s brow furrowed slightly.

“Mr. Santos, you have your freedom, and I also have my time. We are not really husband and wife.”