Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter: 427

How could she be so adorable? All he could think about was winning over her heart and body so completely that anyone else would never get the chance to have her.

In the kitchen, Ariana squatted in front of the double-door refrigerator, rummaging through the ingredients in the fridge with her sleeves rolled up to her elbows. With her eyebrows furrowed, she complained about the lack of ingredients inside the fridge. Considering Theodore’s picky personality, she couldn’t understand how he had been able to put up with eating dried bread and instant food every day.

She looked everywhere she could, but she couldn’t find any serviceable ingredients.

Theodore sat on the side quietly, his eyes following Ariana as she bustled about, his gaze never straying as if he was the kind of husband who could never stand their wife leaving their sight for even asecond. ©

Of course, he noticed Ariana’s discontent, so he explained casually, “Aside from an old man responsible for the daily maintenance and cleanliness of the manor, | never let anyone come in here. Horace drops by occasionally, but only to send me things, and he only puts them at the door of the villa. That old man doesn’t know how to cook, so, whenever I stay here, I eat what I have here.”

her best to resist her mouth from

to Theodore, and the smile in her eyes was obvious

stayed the night, but now she was convinced that Helen had never been here. How could a delicate woman like her, as a patient with poor health, bear

you need? I’ll ask Horace to

and didn’t turn to look at him, trying to appear demure. She turned around, got some paper, and

something to do with Theodore’s favorite dishes. For fear of being discovered, she

her self-deceived demeanor didn’t escape Theodore’s observation. He didn’t show he noticed and was extremely cheerful when he took the paper and handed it to Horace, who

and soon returned with

go in. As a senior special assistant with excellent working ability, he would never be oblivious enough

white smoke curled up, the hustle and bustle of the kitchen that had long since been bleak had

for