She hadn't anticipated that Zaiden Santos would return.
Around two or three in the morning, she was suddenly roused by his frigid body.
He stripped off his clothes, changed back into his pajamas, and climbed into her quilt.
Ann Nolan felt extremely uncomfortable. Angrily, she pushed him away and furrowed her eyebrows, "Go away..."
She smelled a perfume scent, a distinctly feminine rose fragrance.
She didn't appreciate this kind of perfume. Compared to floral scents, she preferred subtler fruit fragrances.
"Stop being so headstrong. Let's sleep, I'm very tired."
Zaiden, tired, grasped her hand tightly, pushing it down.
He was indeed tired. There had been some issues at the company during the day, which he had been dealing with until late at night.
Ann couldn't understand—how was she being headstrong? The pungent perfume smell irritated her nerves, making it impossible for her to fall back asleep.
