Zen was forced into Christian's car and sat in the passenger seat. Along the way, the air was thick with tension, and no one breathed a word.
Zen glanced at Christian out the corner of her eye, and as expected, his expression was cold. Unlike Christian, Zen was happy. She knew that she had achieved her goal.
Christian had such a strong desire for control, how could he tolerate her wanting to leave him and fantasizing about having children and living together with another man?
If the person Zen fell in love with was not Christian, she would be very happy with this reaction. Because if a normal person were to act like this, it would mean that they were jealous.
But he was Christian, and Zen didn't think what Christian did was out of jealousy. In Christian's eyes, Zen was nothing but an object. An object that belonged to him. He won't allow his object to someday stop being his.
Only a devil like Christian could be so insanely possessive.
