Chapter 638: Chapter 638: Damn it, don’t want to live?
He raised his hand and knocked on the bathroom door—
“Ann Nn.”
The only sound from the bathroom was the “whoosh” of running water, there was no response!
“Ann Nn!”
Zaiden Santos called out a few more times, his face changing dramatically before he kicked open the bathroom door!
As door swung open, the room inside was a mess.
The shower was on, water was flowing all over the floor, there was no steam, just a chilling coldness.
Ann Nn was lying on the floor, her messy hair covering her face, her body was wet and cold, lifeless.
Zaiden Santos panicked for a moment, grabbed a towel to wrap her frail body.
“Ann Nn! Wake up!”<div>
His hand was cold, but Ann Nn’s body was even colder!N?v(el)B\\jnn
Zaiden Santos then realized, she was taking a cold shower.
Damn it, was she trying to kill herself?
Ann Nn’s face was pale, her lips white as paper, motionless, and bloodless.
Zaiden Santos called her, but she didn’t hear him.
Carrying her, he ran outside, hastily grabbed a thick coat for her, didn’t even have time to change his slippers, and rushed into the garage.
He got into a sports car, Zaiden Santos pressed the elerator, and took Ann Nn to the hospital.
All the way, Ann Nn did not wake up, and began to run a high fever.
By the time they got to the hospital, Ann Nn’s body was burning hot.
She was delirious, unconscious.
There were still signs of Zaiden Santos’s forceful kisses on her snow-white neck, densely concentrated, covering her neck and shoulders.
“39° Celsius, Mr. Santos, your wife has a serious fever, would you like to admit her?” the doctor asked.
Zaiden Santos rubbed his temples and nodded: “Arrange for her hospitalization.”
The doctor arranged for Ann Nn into a VIP ward, and she was given an injection and put on a drip.
Zaiden Santos walked to the hospital’s smoking room, lit a cigarette, his brows tightly furrowed, his eyes as deep as an abyss.
He was wearing a crisply-ironed dress shirt and trousers, but was still in his slippers, giving off an incongruous appearance.
However, it seemed he didn’t care about that, he viciously puffed on his cigarette a few times.
Before long, Zaiden Santos’s phone rang.
“Is this Mr. Santos? I’m Jasmine Yale, I just wanted to ask if Ann is at home?” Jasmine Yale asked anxiously.<div>
She had been waiting at the teahouse all morning, but Ann Nn hadn’t shown up.
Moreover, she had called Ann Nn several times, but she didn’t pick up or call back.
Ann Nn was always punctual, she wouldn’t be this irresponsible.
Jasmine Yale was worried, she got Zaiden Santos’s phone number from Sylvan Cheney.<div>
Zaiden Santos frowned, “She’s not feeling well, she’s in the hospital.”
“In the hospital? I talked to her yesterday, she was fine! Which hospital is she in, I’ll go see her.”
“Third hospital.”
“I’ll be there immediately.”
Jasmine Yale hung up the phone, grabbed her bag, and left the teahouse.
What happened so suddenly that she had to be hospitalized? Was she sick?
Jasmine Yale was really worried, she dreaded seeing anyone she knew having an ident.
She hoped they were all fine.
When Jasmine Yale hailed a cab to the third hospital, it was already past ten in the morning.
Upon learning her ward number, she went straight to Ann Nn’s ward.
Zaiden Santos was sitting on the sofa, motionless.
“Mr. Santos,” Jasmine Yale greeted him.
She noticed a p mark on Zaiden Santos’s face, it was red and noticeable.<div>
At the same time, she also saw Ann Nn who was on a drip, her face was haggard, pale,cking any color.
“Hmm,” Zaiden Santos barely lifted his eyelids.
“What happened to Ann?”
“She has a fever.”
“Caught a cold from the weather?”
“Hmm.”
Jasmine Yale sighed, set down the fruits she brought, and hurried to the bedside.
Ann Nn didn’t look well, Jasmine Yale could vaguely see some love-bites on her neck.