Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1232: He Wants to Be Little Candy’s Father

Chapter 1232: Chapter 1232: He Wants to Be Little Candy’s Father

Zachary Santos’s culinary skills were indeed impressive, and Jasmine Yale loved the food he made.

He and his brother were truly nothing alike.

She heard from Ann Nolan that Zaiden Santos was someone who "wouldn’t soil his ten fingers with spring water," the epitome of a pampered rich boy.

"I’m quite familiar with Old York, how about I take you out for a tour this afternoon? I just happen to have tickets to a concert, want to go?" Zachary Santos asked them.

Ann Nolan smiled and said, "Jasmine and I will go, and you can stay and play with Little Candy. I haven’t been out for a long time, it’s just right that Jasmine is here."

"Sure, Jasmine and you go, I’ll stay at home with Little Candy."

"Are you sure you can handle it?"

"You could give it a try," Zachary Santos smiled, curling his lips, "I’m just afraid that by the end, Little Candy won’t even want you as her mother, just me."

Both Ann Nolan and Jasmine Yale laughed.

After lunch, Jasmine Yale ran to the bedroom to play with Little Candy.

Ann Nolan and Zachary Santos stood on the balcony, talking.

The sun poured in through the glass windows, casting a warm and languid laziness.

The light scattered into a multicolored array.

"Zachary, how has grandpa been feeling lately?" Ann Nolan still asked.

"He’s always not been great, still the same really. Perhaps because I was in the country, he was in better spirits, so his health has been neither bad nor good."

"He’s given you the Santos Family business, hasn’t he?"

"I don’t actually need just the Santos Family business—the companies I’ve acquired over the past two years are enough to match it," said Zachary Santos, with an unruffled look in his eyes.

Ann Nolan knew that this was the biggest difference between him and Zaiden Santos.

Whatever Zachary Santos wanted, he would definitely strive to fight for.

After a year of experience, Ann Nolan also understood finance well: "Zachary, you’ve been acquiring at a fast pace. I suggest... you could slow down, especially now that finance is entering a winter period."

"Yes, I’m considering that, I may make a few insignificant acquisitions," Zachary Santos liked talking with Ann Nolan casually like this, enjoying conversations on any topic that they had in common.

They talked a bit more about finance and work.

The sunlight shone on Zachary Santos’s profile, his handsome face displaying his usual rigor and seriousness.

While Ann Nolan was much more casual, wearing a wine-red long sweater, leaning slightly against the bed edge, exuding a soft aura of motherhood all over her.

"Ann, about what I mentioned to you last time, have you thought about it?" Zachary Santos said indifferently, "I hope Little Candy can have a complete family."

Ann Nolan’s heart skipped a beat.

Last time, Zachary Santos said he wanted to be a father to Little Candy.

That time, Ann Nolan didn’t respond.

She didn’t expect Zachary Santos to ask again.

She was silent for about fifteen seconds: "Little Candy was just born..."

"I know there’s no rush, I’m not pressuring you. Just remember to give me an answer," Zachary Santos always respected her, no matter what it was about, "Before that, you need to let me take care of Little Candy."

Whatever she wanted to do, he supported unconditionally.

What she didn’t want to do, he cleared the obstacles for her.

He liked her, stemming from the pleasantness of their first encounter and the tacit understanding during their time together.

But he was not a despicable man.

If he were even slightly despicable, he wouldn’t have stopped her from terminating the pregnancy.

He just didn’t want her to have regrets, even if it was his brother’s child.

Ann Nolan remained silent.

Just then, Little Candy started crying with loud "wah wah" sobs.

Jasmine Yale awkwardly ran to find Ann Nolan: "Ann, Little Candy wet the bed."

She had no experience in taking care of a little baby...

What to do now?

Ann Nolan hurried back to the bedroom, while Zachary Santos didn’t move, standing in his spot with his eyes slightly narrowed.