Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 927: Chapter 927: Too much pressure, can’t take it anymore? Chapter 927: Chapter 927: Too much pressure, can’t take it anymore? She turned on the faucet, ran her hands through her hair, and stared blankly at the mirror.

There was no luster in her eyes, and her complexion was quite pale. She took out her makeup from her bag and began to touch up her face.

It seemed her resentment hadn’t faded, and she muttered under her breath as she applied her makeup.

“He’s tall and big, but who would have thought he couldn’t get it up. Mr. Santos can have anything he wants, but he’s no better than a eunuch. It’s a complete joke if word gets out,” Harper grumbled discontentedly.

“Took you to the hospital and you refused, so worried about losing face. Any man would react to me, but you, bastard, just can’t get it up,” Harper was utterly incensed.

She touched up her foundation and redrew her eyeliner.

Anger was unmistakable in Harper’s eyes.

She was dressed very sexily today; it wasn’t very hot yet, but she already had on a strappy dress.

The stockings on her legs were also particularly tempting.

“And your wife actually married you; I bet she’s regretting it to death now. Hilarious, what kind of man can’t get it up in bed. Might as well just cut it off,” she said.

Jasmine listened from the side, feeling extremely awkward, fearful that Harper would see her.

But Harper didn’t leave, so she couldn’t use the restroom.

However… Jasmine was puzzled; Zaiden was inadequate?

If that were the case, why would Ann Nolan need to take birth control pills?

Moreover, Jasmine had seen faint kiss marks on Ann’s neck many times.

She would never believe that Ann was cheating.

Could it be that Zaiden’s job was so demanding and stressful that he couldn’t perform?

Doubt colored Jasmine’s eyes.

Harper continued to slowly touch up her makeup, muttering to herself.

“I dressed like this, and you have no reaction at all,” Harper looked at herself in the mirror, with curves in all the right places that would attract any man, “Impotence is a disease that needs to be treated, you’re so concerned with face, but can you even experience a man’s pleasure?”

The more Harper spoke, the angrier she got, almost snapping her eyeliner pencil.

Indeed, Zaiden appeared handsome and well-built; she had thought he would surely have superior strength and energy in that department.

But unexpectedly…

People, you really can’t judge by appearances.

Unable to grant her a title, nor pleasure, Harper felt incredibly stifled.

Love, can you eat love?

“No, this is so annoying,” Harper exclaimed, messing up her hair, “no matter what, I have to take you to the hospital, I don’t care how busy you are. What’s the use of all that money?”

Harper hastily tidied herself and packed her makeup into her bag.

She looked in the mirror again—really, where was she lacking?

Harper let out a cold laugh, picked up her bag, and left the restroom.

The distinctive scent of her perfume wafted into Jasmine’s nose, and Jasmine covered her mouth, not daring to make a sound.

It was only after Harper had left that she went into the restroom.

Zaiden looked like that, incapable? Jasmine didn’t believe it.

But Harper had tried every seductive trick, and he had no reaction. Maybe there really was a problem?

This was good in a way; when the time came, Ann could leave openly. How could she live with a man who couldn’t perform?

Jasmine felt embarrassed for a moment; why was she thinking about this?

However, she didn’t plan to tell Ann about today’s incident; Ann probably didn’t want to hear anything about Zaiden and Harper.

Even if the marriage was a failure, as long as she wasn’t divorced, she was still Zaiden’s wife, lawfully wedded.

The marriage was certified by the civil affairs bureau, the certificates collected.