Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 639: Chapter 639: Destined Not to Last Long

Zaiden Santos sat on the sofa in silence, supporting his head, his face showing exhaustion.

Jasmine Yale sat by the hospital bed, accompanying Ann Nolan.

“Mr. Santos, Ann has lost a lot of weight.” Jasmine lifted her head and looked at the man not far away.

She had a vague understanding of some things, so she also knew that Zaiden did not particularly like Ann.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The man frowned slightly.

“I haven’t been taking good care of her. I will pay more attention in the future.”

“Mr. Santos, Ann is usually very busy with work and may not be very good at taking care of herself. You should put in extra effort. Ann is a very good person, she has always been very kind to me.”

Seeing Ann in her current state, she felt immense sympathy.

She knew that Ann had moved to Landon from a faraway place to marry.

She is not a native of Landon, her hometown is C City.

Her parents had passed away long back, and she only had a grandfather who lived abroad most of the time.

Even though her family was affluent, her grandfather was a comrade of Zaiden’s grandfather. But after all, she had come from a distant place to marry, lonely and desolate.

Her marriage only appeared to be very affectionate.

“Hmm.” Zaiden responded faintly.

Jasmine took an apple out of the fruit basket, ready to peel it for Ann.

“Let me do it.” Zaiden took the apple and fruit knife from her hand.

Jasmine didn’t resist.

“Mr. Santos, is it serious? Has Ann’s fever subsided?”

“The doctor said he will observe after the IV is done.”

“So, will you take care of her in the hospital?”

“Hmm.” As Zaiden answered, he bowed his head to peel the apple.

The man had a clear and cool face, especially the serious way he was peeling the apple, it gave him an air of elegance and quality.

Jasmine had been looking at him for quite some time.

No wonder Ann loved him. This man had the capability to be liked by others, but if love is not mutual, it is bound to be short-lived.

Jasmine felt sympathy for Ann.

“Mr. Santos, I will frequently visit Ann in the hospital these next few days, just don’t find me annoying.”

“No problem.”

Perhaps due to unfamiliarity, Zaiden didn’t talk much with her.

It was past one in the afternoon.

Ann’s fever had subsided, she opened her eyes weakly and stared at the ceiling.

Jasmine, who had been dozing with her head rested on her hand, opened her eyes and saw Ann awake.

“Ann!” She rushed over, “finally you’re awake, do you feel better?”

Jasmine touched her forehead. It was not hot anymore.

“I’m a bit tired, how did I end up in the hospital…”

Ann’s face was still very pale as she leaned on the bed, attempting to sit up.

“Mr. Santos said you had a fever and brought you to the hospital. He went to get you food and should be back soon.”

“Oh.” Ann’s eyebrows knitted together.

Jasmine sat by the bed and handed her an apple.

“Hungry? If your fever has come down, eat something. This apple was peeled by Mr Santos himself.”

“I don’t really feel like eating.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep you company.”

“Jasmine, thank you.”

Ann’s hair fell on both sides of her shoulders, the strands dried and lost their usual shine.

Her face was exceptionally weak, without a trace of color.

The heating in the patient’s room was very sufficient, but her body felt ice-cold.

“When did the doctor say I could be discharged?” Ann asked.

“Let Mr. Santos ask the doctor when he returns. Your body is still very weak, just wait a little longer, don’t hurry.”

Ann nodded her head.

Jasmine poured her a cup of boiled water. Holding the warm cup, Ann gently caressed it.

Just then, Zaiden Santos pushed the door open and walked in.

He was holding a shopping bag full of food; he bought hot porridge for Ann.

Ann lifted her head, glanced at him, and then lowered it again.

“You’re awake.” Zaiden’s voice was slightly hoarse, “I brought some porridge. Eat while it’s still hot.”