Chapter 666: Chapter 666: You Sleep, I Won’t Touch You
Ann Nolan lay down as if Zaiden weren’t there, pulling up the covers after undoing her hair tie.
She closed her eyes peacefully, her long eyelashes casting twin shadows beneath her eyes.
In the light, her makeup-free face shone beautifully with the elegance of her oval face standing out.
She lay with her back to him.
From his point of view, he could only see her thin profile.
Because of her illness, she seemed thin and small, curled up in the blanket like a little kitten.
The room was well-heated, yet, the atmosphere was extremely cold.
Zaiden stood still for a long time, not speaking, his emotionless gaze falling on Ann’s side profile.
After going downstairs, he didn’t eat much of his dinner; he had lost his appetite.
After washing up, he climbed into bed and held Ann’s frail body.
His hands and feet were cold, causing Ann to frown and push him away in a haze, “Don’t hold me…”
Zaiden frowned back, holding onto her hand, “Stop it.”
“You sleep, I won’t touch you.”
“Your hands are too cold, let go.” Ann mumbled, too sleepy to open her eyes, nevertheless sounding disgusted.
He had no choice but to remove his hand, waiting until they were a bit warmer to hold her waist again.
Ann was too tired to argue and continued to sleep soundly.
Zaiden pressed her head into his chest and closed his eyes.
Just as he was about to fall asleep, suddenly, his phone rang.
Zaiden frowned, reaching to turn it off.
But the persistent caller rang again and again.
Awoken by the sound, Ann pushed him away, “Your phone is ringing, it’s so annoying, why don’t you turn it on silent…”
Zaiden was incredibly irritated. In the dark, he reached for the phone by his pillow and answered the call.
“Hello…” He spoke heavily, looking displeased.
“Zaiden, I fell while taking a bath, my leg’s hurt, it hurts so much, can you take me to the hospital, it hurts…” A woman’s voice came from the phone line, accompanied by soft sobs and urgent pleas.
Wronged, uncomfortable, heartbroken.
The woman’s voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard in the darkness.
Zaiden lost all desire to sleep, he rose from bed and glance at Ann, instinctively took the call out on the balcony.
The moonlight poured quietly over the man’s silhouette on the balcony, casting his tall, lean shadow on the curtains.
Ann heard the familiar voice of a woman, but she didn’t react much.
She rolled over and continued to sleep.
Not long after, Zaiden walked back in from the balcony, and started looking for clothes in the wardrobe by the pale moonlight.
Without turning on the light, he pulled on an ordinary black sweater.
The small noise seemed to amplify in the stillness of the night.
“Ann.” he softly called out.
Ann heard him but didn’t respond.
Her head was heavy, and she was somewhat in pain. She just wanted to sleep, not wanting to do anything else.
“I’m going out for a bit.”
His words came across as a reminder, but Ann was uninterested, gave no response.
Zaiden grabbed an overcoat, then, with the car keys in hand, he headed for the garage.
As soon as he left, all traces of his presence disappeared.
The bedroom returned to silence.
The white moonlight shone on the floor and the curtains, silently serene, yet strikingly cold.
Ann opened her eyes; under the moonlight, her large, empty eyes glittered with bewilderment and regret, showing void, devoid of vitality.
Her eyelashes twitched slightly, spreading an indescribable feeling across her heart.
Just like a wasteland overrun with wild grass, desolate and barren.