Chapter 971: Chapter 971: It’s Like Being Pregnant Chapter 971: Chapter 971: It’s Like Being Pregnant She reached out to pull the blanket.
“I’m tired,” she said softly, “Let’s rest, I don’t mind you sleeping beside .”
Zaiden Santos smiled.
As if compelled by so unseen force, he lowered his head and kissed her forehead.
The warm kiss was gentle and brief, like a dragonfly skimming the water.
In that instant, Ann Nolan froze, incredulously looking at him with wide, sparkling eyes.
“Go to sleep,” Zaiden Santos said as he pulled the blanket over her, casually, “I’ll join you in a bit.”
“Okay,” Ann Nolan didn’t argue further with him, glanced at him, then closed her eyes.
He looked indeed very tired, with fatigue evident in his face and eyes, as if he had just rushed back from City Z.
She wondered if Harper Glorian had called him; it must have been the case, otherwise why would he have returned.
Perhaps Harper Glorian had also told him sothing else, but Ann Nolan no longer wanted to guess.
Let it be what it will be.
Yet, she was surprised by Zaiden Santos’s attitude today.
He hadn’t lashed out at her, nor had he lost his temper with her.
She had made a fuss a couple of tis, and he seed to have no reaction, unusually undisturbed.
Ann Nolan couldn’t be bothered to think about it; she wrapped herself in the blanket and fell into a deep sleep.
Zaiden Santos watched until she was sound asleep before he went to take a shower.
The afternoon sun was just right, the shade of green trees long and deep in sumr.
The scorching sun lazily hung in mid-air, its bright light illuminating the treetops.
The Santos Mansion was very tranquil, so quiet that one could hear the intermittent chirping of cicadas on the branches.
This fine, delicate sound made the tranquility and peacefulness of the Santos Mansion even more apparent.
Dragging his suitcase, Zaiden Santos walked all the way, and only upon reaching ho did he feel a sense of belonging after wandering.
It was like a duckweed floating on the water that suddenly finds harbor.
…
As expected, from the next day on, Zaiden Santos no longer went on business trips and started driving Ann Nolan to work every day.
Ann Nolan couldn’t argue with him, so she let him take her to and from work.
Whenever she got up in the morning, so did he.
Occasionally, if he got up earlier, he would even prepare breakfast.
When had Ann Nolan ever seen Mr. Santos personally cook breakfast? It was quite a surprise.
In her eyes, Zaiden Santos was indeed a very outstanding man, of course, if he weren’t, she probably wouldn’t have been interested in him back in college.
Thinking this, Ann Nolan couldn’t help but smile wryly.
Three days after spraining her ankle, Ann Nolan was almost fully recovered.
It was not a big deal anyway, it was Zaiden Santos who was overly anxious about it.
He was driving her to and from work, not letting her bathe herself, and even carrying her to the dining table for als.
It was less like a sprain and more like a pregnancy.
With this thought, Ann Nolan laughed silently.
“My ankle is healed, you don’t need to take to the company today, I’ll drive myself,” Ann Nolan said while eating breakfast, sharing with him.
The breakfast he made that day included fried eggs and ham, along with sandwiches, strawberry jam toast, egg tarts, and warm milk, all beautifully aromatic.
“This is a privilege you can enjoy as a wife,” Zaiden Santos said indifferently, “Even if this ti your foot wasn’t injured.”
Ann Nolan paused with her fork in hand, she smiled, but did not respond.
“Is the breakfast to your liking?” Zaiden Santos sat opposite her, picking up a knife and fork.
In front of him was a breakfast identical to hers.
Ann Nolan wondered how he knew she liked these foods, probably from sowhere in the kitchen.
“It’s fine,” Ann Nolan took a bite of the bread, “But this morning, this isn’t exactly what I wanted to eat.”
“Hmm?” Zaiden Santos frowned slightly.
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