Fated love: the unwanted bride - Chapter 667

Chapter 667: Chapter 667: Growth After Encountering Several Scumbags

She hadn’t anticipated that Zaiden Santos would return.

Around two or three in the morning, she was suddenly roused by his frigid body.

He stripped off his clothes, changed back into his pajamas, and climbed into her quilt.

Ann Nolan felt extremely uncomfortable. Angrily, she pushed him away and furrowed her eyebrows, “Go away…”

She smelled a perfume scent, a distinctly feminine rose fragrance.

She didn’t appreciate this kind of perfume. Compared to floral scents, she preferred subtler fruit fragrances.

“Stop being so headstrong. Let’s sleep, I’m very tired.”

Zaiden, tired, grasped her hand tightly, pushing it down.

He was indeed tired. There had been some issues at the company during the day, which he had been dealing with until late at night.

Ann couldn’t understand—how was she being headstrong? The pungent perfume smell irritated her nerves, making it impossible for her to fall back asleep.

Refusing to compromise, Ann wrenched her hand out of his grip, forcefully pushed him away, and sat up.

She turned on the lamp by the side of her bed, got out of bed and slipped on her slippers.

The clock on the wall showed “2”. It was already past two in the morning.

The night was extremely quiet and seemed insufferably long.

She thought, he had probably been out for at least three hours.

Three hours, enough time to do whatever he wanted. What on earth did he come back for?

Her disheveled black hair hung haphazardly on her shoulders. Disturbed from her sleep, she was no longer tired.

Both physically and mentally exhausted.

“Where are you going?” Zaiden too sat up.

There was a tired green color in his eyes and his gaze seemed displeased, his sharp eyes filled with caution.

Like a leopard watching its prey.

“I’m going to sleep in the guest room.” Ann took a shawl.

“Since when did I allow you to sleep in separate beds?”

“Zaiden Santos, I can’t fall asleep next to you, don’t you understand?” Ann’s eyes were fixed on him, like a hissing cat.

Her expression was very pale, especially her eyes, tired to the point of exhaustion.

“Rest assured, the servants at Santos Mansion won’t talk recklessly and even if they dare to, it won’t reach my grandfather’s ears. You can trust me on this.” Ann added calmly.

She knew what Zaiden was worried about.

“Ann Nolan, you better come to sleep by my side, or I can’t guarantee what I’ll do.”

“Zaiden Santos, will you make sense?” Ann’s face changed, the expression fierce and unattractive, “I don’t want to sleep beside you, I don’t want to get close to you, how clearly must I explain? I thought you were intelligent enough to understand.”

“Ann Nolan, when you initially married me, wasn’t it to sleep with me? Hmm? Not willing now?”

Ann’s hand, tightly clutching the shawl, whitened at the knuckles.

There was a look of utter desperation in her eyes.

“Perhaps, a woman only matures after meeting a few scumbags. I must be fortunate, since meeting just one was enough for me to grow.”

With a cold edge to her voice, Ann threw him a glance and turned to leave.

In this marriage, she was scarred to the bone, a victim of her own decisions.

If it wasn’t for her initial infatuation and love for him, she wouldn’t have hurt herself to this extent.

A single sentence threw Zaiden into a fit of rage, his eyes burning red.

A scumbag?

No one had ever described him in this manner. In the eyes of others, he was favored by heaven – a gentleman, elegant, and cultured.

It was only in Ann’s eyes that he was a scumbag.

Exiting the bedroom, Ann headed for the guest room and locked the door firmly behind her.

Leaning lifelessly against the wall, her empty and exhausted gaze stared unseeingly into the distance.

Her gaze fell upon the window not far away, indifferent and cold.

Her body had traces of Zaiden’s perfume scent from his clothes, making her feel intolerable. She went into the bathroom and took another shower.