Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1198: Made Friends with a Wealthy Boyfriend

Chapter 1198: Chapter 1198: Made Friends with a Wealthy Boyfriend

"You can ignore me," he said, a bit petulantly.

Ann Nolan’s hand paused, she glanced at him, "Ignore you? If something happens to you, wouldn’t I be held criminally responsible? Mr. Santos, don’t you have a lot of friends? What’s the matter, nobody to take care of you when you’re sick?"

"You are my wife..."

He felt very innocent.

Ann choked, unable to swallow or spit out her words.

"I would take care of you if you were sick," Zaiden Santos added.

Ann was even more choked up.

In this respect, Zaiden Santos hadn’t lied.

After marrying him, when she fell ill, he would go through the motions, feeding her medicine, bringing her tea and water.

Sometimes, if her cold was too severe, he would even take a day off to stay home.

Ann didn’t know what to say. Actually, even if he wasn’t Zaiden Santos, but a stranger, with her personality, she would still care.

She handed him a blanket, "Here, take this, don’t catch a cold again. I’ll take you downstairs in a while to take a taxi to the hospital."

"Okay."

Ann changed into a coat, her mind still a bit heavy.

It was a good thing she had taken a day off with Zachary Santos for tomorrow; otherwise, in her current state, she would certainly fall ill too.

Zaiden Santos hugged the blanket, following close behind her.

Ann didn’t really feel like talking to him; she walked ahead while he followed behind.

By this time, it was past midnight, and the whole apartment building was very quiet.

The two of them, one tall and one short, walked through the community, their shadows elongated by the streetlights.

Inside the community, it was even quieter, not a sound to be heard, occasionally a call from insects in the flower bed, then no trace again.

The night was cold; Ann buried her head in her scarf, walking towards the community’s entrance.

Zaiden Santos followed her closely, step by step, fearful of getting lost.

Ann’s heart was utterly placid, not even a slight ripple or feeling.

In her eyes, there was a calm shimmer, like the water of a lake at night, without a ripple.

Ann could no longer remember the last time she walked side by side with Zaiden Santos like this; had it been a long time ago?

"Ann, why don’t you ask what I’ve been busy with lately."

"Not interested."

"Why don’t you tell me how you’ve been lately."

"Very good."

"Oh."

Zaiden Santos found himself at a loss for conversation.

The streetlights were a soft yellow, gentle and tranquil, making the night even more alluring.

But the evening wind was still chilly.

At the community entrance, Ann hailed a taxi, taking Zaiden Santos to the hospital.

During the day, she had not noticed his health being so poor; it had only been half a day, and he had let himself become like this.

Ann really wanted to leave him at the hospital.

She was curious, wasn’t Harper Glorian coming to take care of him? Or did Harper not know he had returned to Landon?

In the past, if Harper fell in the middle of the night, he would rush to her side immediately.

Now he was sick, and Harper was nowhere to be seen?

Ha...

Ann knew Harper Glorian well; she was a woman who clung to the powerful, aimless in her studies at university, focusing all her energy on her attire.

Unable to afford expensive clothes and bags, she would buy high-quality knock-offs.

However, there was a period when her knock-offs were indeed replaced with the real thing.

Ann thought carefully; Harper must have started dating a wealthy boyfriend at that time, and after further thought, it was probably Zaiden Santos.

At the hospital, Ann was busy registering him, looking for a doctor.

Without any connections in Landon, she couldn’t summon help with one call; she could only register him for emergency care in the middle of the night.

This was likely a hardship Zaiden Santos had never experienced before; his brow was continuously furrowed.