At that moment, the apartment was very dark.
If the lights had been on, Ann Nolan would have definitely seen a spoiled and haughty expression on his face, just like that of a little boy clamoring for candy.
Even in utter darkness, she could feel the nastiness in his tone.
"What am I supposed to do? What can I do? I'll fucking throw you out!"
Ann Nolan tried to walk past him to open the door!
But Zaiden Santos was quicker, blocking her path, and with a slight push, he guided her toward the bedroom.
He was not familiar with Ann Nolan's apartment; he bumped into a table here and there, wincing from the pain.
"The light switch is on your left; could you turn it on, please?" Ann Nolan couldn't stand it any longer.
"Ahem." Zaiden Santos coughed twice before finally turning on the light.
With the lights on, the whole place lit up.
Ann Nolan saw that his arm had been bruised after a collision, instantly turning purple.
"Let go, I'm going to take a shower," Ann Nolan warned him.
