Fated love: the unwanted bride - Chapter 665

Chapter 665: Chapter 665 Let’s Sleep in Separate Beds

Jasmine Yale’s work isn’t busy, and she usually doesn’t need to work overtime.

She spends her evenings reading and doing the exercises Professor Mackenzie has given her in Sylvan Cheney’s villa study.

Only she and Professor Mackenzie knew about her affairs at the University of Cakago, she hasn’t told anyone yet.

One evening, she called Ann Nolan.

“Ann, how’s your health? Have you been discharged from the hospital yet?”

“I’ve been discharged, haven’t gone to work lately, just resting at home.” Ann’s tone sounded very weary.

“I will come to see you tomorrow evening?”

“Jasmine, no need, it’s chaos at the Santos house at the moment, it’s better for you not to come.”

“What happened? Did Zaiden Santos… argue with you again?”

Ann gave a bitter laugh: “He may have spared me the argument considering that I’m still a patient.”

“Ann, don’t mistreat yourself.”

A wave of sourness spread through Jasmine’s heart, she wasn’t sure how to comfort Ann because she wasn’t good at handling these things either.

She just felt somewhat sad for Ann.

“I know, Jasmine, you should take care of yourself too.”

Ann then chattered on to Jasmine for a long while.

Jasmine is very innocent, she likes girls like that.

She earnestly wishes for Jasmine not to go down the same path as her, she should marry love, not force herself.

As she hung up the phone, she looked up and saw Zaiden Santos walk in.

Ann lowered her head, pouring herself a glass of boiled water.

Zaiden Santos just came back from the office, his figure was handsome, his eyebrows deep, his suit jacket hung over his arm.

“You’re back.” Ann said faintly.

“Hm.”

Zaiden Santos glanced at her, hung his suit jacket on the hanger, then took off his grey-brown tie.

Ann still felt very weak, although the fever had gone, she had exhausted herself this time, feeling thoroughly fatigued and lacking energy.

She was wearing pajamas and took her medicine with the hot water.

“I’m still not feeling very well tonight, let’s sleep in separate beds.” Ann looked at him.

Her gaze was pleading and dull, looking extremely tired and helpless.

“I’m not a beast.” Zaiden Santos replied casually, sounding quite displeased, “We don’t need to sleep in separate beds.”

Ann put down the water glass and stood up, her face devoid of much expression, icy and indifferent.

“You really don’t need to torture yourself, grandfather is on vacation these days, he won’t care whether you’re back or not.” Ann walked to the window, pulling the curtains shut.

Zaiden Santos, buttoning up his shirt, paused, then turned his head, his icy and stinging gaze fell on her expressionless face.

“This is my home, shouldn’t I come back?”

“I’m just looking out for you, after all with my body, I’m afraid it’ll be many days before I’ll be able to recover fully. I can’t satisfy you.”

“Ann Nolan, do you act like a wife at all? Hm?” Zaiden Santos glared at her coldly.

The elegance and warmth about him were nowhere to be seen, replaced by coldness and anger.

“Huh.” Ann Nolan chuckled lowly, sincerely thinking it was like hearing a joke, “and you act like a husband?”

“I don’t want to argue with you.” Zaiden Santos furrowed his brows, massaging his temples.

It was already nine o’clock when he returned home from the company, all worn out. She didn’t utter a single word of concern, instead unwisely choosing to argue with him.

“Hm.” Ann too was not in the mood to argue with him, “I’m tired, I’m going to sleep first, you do as you wish.”

Having said that, she walked towards the bed in her slippers, got into bed as if he wasn’t there.

Zaiden Santos watched her, feeling a surge of emotions in his heart.