Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

She slowly crouched down, leaned in toward Theodore, and asked, “How would you like me to beg? Like this?”

Ariana’s hand landed gently on Theodore’s chest, and she slowly approached him.

His arms, which had previously been relaxed on the armrests of the wheelchair, now became tense.

Their close proximity was electric, charged with the chemistry that crackled between them. Ariana’s alluring scent enveloped Theodore. Her hand trailed from his chest to his shoulder, her voice low and seductive as she whispered in his ear, “Or like this?”

Theodore’s lips curved into a sardonic smile. His gaze was cold. “Is that all you’ve got?” he drawled, his voice low and husky.

Ariana pointed a finger at Theodore’s chest, tracing the contours of his body with a tantalizing touch. “But your heartbeat tells a different story,” she murmured.

Theodore’s eyes flashed with a dangerous glint as he lifted Ariana’s chin. “Well then,” he said resolutely, “since you’ve come to me, I don’t see any harm in indulging ourselves.”

interest. The silence between them was broken by the sound of his clothes rubbing together, and he inched closer

spread across Ariana’s face, and she tilted her head to sink her teeth into

throbbing with the pain. He pushed Ariana away. “What the hell? Are you a

straightened herself up, her eyes flashing with

sneered at him, grabbed her packed suitcase,

countenance soured, but he pushed his wheelchair forward and

and Theodore emerged from the entrance of the

“Hold up!”

around, coming face- to-face with Brielle. She detected the glint of jealousy and resentment in Brielle’s eyes,

was head-over-heels

words hung in the air,