She didn't know much about his past with Zachary Santos, just mentioned it casually.
But she didn't expect Zaiden Santos's expression to change dramatically, his large hand gripping her wrist tightly.
The depths of Zaiden Santos's eyes were cold and dark, his face somber—he emitted an endless chill.
His eyes, sharp as a hawk's, fixed intently on Ann Nolan, the corners of his lips bearing a cold curve.
"Don't compare me with Zachary Santos, do you understand?" he warned her coldly.
Feeling uncomfortable under his piercing gaze, Ann Nolan shivered, "Let go."
"Ann Nolan, I won't allow you to be so close to Zachary Santos. As long as I'm your husband, you must keep your distance from him!"
Zaiden Santos was warning her again.
She had received countless warnings like this.
It was always about what she shouldn't do.
Ironically, what he forbade her from doing, he did himself.
