Zaiden Santos pinched her chin, his indifferent gaze resting on her face for a long time without speaking.
Ann Nolan also raised her head to meet his icy gaze.
Their eyes met, and she was somewhat flustered.
But this man was different, still basking in limitless grace and calm composure.
She knew that after their divorce, it would still be like this...
She would leave Landon with her luggage, abandoning her job, abandoning everything, quietly; while he, he would still be the aloof Mr. Santos, surrounded by a flock of women, lacking neither wealth nor women.
This marriage was a hurt to her, possibly an incurable wound for life.
To him, it was just an insignificant game.
Given his looks and qualifications, he could find a woman a hundred, a thousand times better than her, Ann Nolan, in no more than a day.
She knew he liked gentle, clingy girls, who would playfully charm him when he was happy, and act coquettishly when he was not.
All men fell for that routine.