Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 885 - Graceful and Composed

Chapter 885: Chapter 885: Graceful and Composed

Chapter 885 -885: Graceful and Composed

This was a question that Zaiden Santos just couldn’t understand, why she wouldn’t accept his gift.

Zaiden Santos was deeply hurt; he held Ann Nolan, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

How could she not want his gift?

How could she?

Zaiden Santos was in turmoil, his already exhausted heart suddenly filled with endless waves, like a tangled ball of yarn without a visible end.

Ann Nolan, on the other hand, was exhausted, letting him hold her without moving.

Her hair spilled over her shoulders, black and silky, soft and delicate.

Zaiden Santos, smelling the scent of her hair, could not fall asleep.

He was still struggling with the question, why she wouldn’t accept his gift.

Didn’t she like the gift? But she didn’t even glance at it.

The sound of rain outside was continuous and lingering, especially clear in the bedroom, droplet by droplet tapping against the window.

The spring night was quiet, the vast sky desolate.

This struggle went on all night.

Ann Nolan, having been exhausted by Zaiden Santos’s restlessness, woke up heavy with sleep past ten in the morning.

She moved her arm, rubbing her eyes.

She had thought that Zaiden Santos had gone off to work, but unexpectedly, he was standing by the bed, looking out the window.

The curtain was half-drawn, the light falling on the wooden floor and beside the bed.

In the dim light, the man’s figure was tall and slender, his back straight, already dressed in a shirt and trousers, looking elegant and composed.

Ann Nolan moved and felt pain all over.

Kiss marks covered her; she knew Zaiden Santos never spared her in bed.

“Awake?” Zaiden Santos turned around, his voice hoarse.

“Mmm.”

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Ann Nolan sat up, getting dressed.

Zaiden Santos sat on the edge of the bed, handing her the dress he bought yesterday: “Try it on.”

The packaging for the dress was opened, revealing a gem-blue sheath dress with an off-the-shoulder neckline.

The color was dignified, the style generous, and the ruffled hem added a touch of playfulness and vivacity.

Ann Nolan had not looked at it at all last night, and now, just woken up, she saw the dress a bit groggily, but it still appeared pretty.

She knew that Zaiden Santos had many suitors in college, mostly the white-and-wealthy type, and he had a good understanding of fashion.

However, she had no desire to try it on.

She shook her head, wrapping herself in the blanket, not wanting to move.

Too tired to even talk.

“I’ll help you put it on,” Zaiden Santos insisted.

He was quite confident in his taste and aesthetic; he had thought about it all night, Ann Nolan must have refused the gift because she thought he had poor taste and that the dress he chose wouldn’t look good.

“Why…” Ann Nolan leaned weakly against the edge of the bed, not wanting to deal with him.

Her eyelids drooped, all she wanted now was to sleep.

“Just try it.”

Zaiden Santos sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her out from under the covers.

He started to undress her nightgown, intending to help her put on her underwear.

Ann Nolan was suddenly wide awake, startled.

She slapped his hand away, grabbed her own clothes, panic-stricken: “Could you go out, please?”

“…” Zaiden Santos looked confused, “It’s not like I haven’t seen it before.”

“Do you really enjoy dressing women in underwear?”

“I don’t,” Zaiden Santos was genuinely innocent, even a bit embarrassed, his face turning red and then pale, extremely awkward.

How did he end up being someone who liked dressing women? He had never even tried.

Ann Nolan swiftly pulled the blanket over herself, got into her nightgown within its folds, and watched Zaiden Santos warily.

Zaiden Santos felt like he was being treated as a thief, still holding the pretty dress in his hand.

“Try it on,” he handed her the dress.

“Why must I try it?”