His slender fingers were holding a bottle of contraceptive pills.
His playful gaze fell on Ann Nolan's face. Zaiden Santos, with a faintly mock smile, still bore a clear imprint of a slap on his face.
However, he had changed into a bathrobe.
He looked like King Shura in dark night, radiating a cold aura.
All his gentlemanliness and calmness had vanished, replaced with ruthless coldness.
There was not a hint of warmth in his eyes.
"Ann Nolan, aren't you going to explain this to me?" Zaiden Santos asked with a gloomy tone.
His direct gaze fell on her face.
Ann Nolan, being someone who had seen the world, quickly regained her composure.
"It is birth control medication."
"That explains it. Despite how active we've been, you haven't gotten pregnant." Zaiden Santos chuckled, "I almost thought it was my problem."